Fifty-One Days
Eighty-one percent of executives think their AI tools improved productivity. Twenty-one percent of workers agree. I've seen smaller gaps between opposing witnesses in a murder trial.
Eighty-one percent of executives think their AI tools improved productivity. Twenty-one percent of workers agree. I've seen smaller gaps between opposing witnesses in a murder trial.
They've given a name to cooking dinner and reading books and seeing your friends in person. They call it friction-maxxing. Your grandmother called it Tuesday.
OpenAI is backing a bill that would shield AI labs from liability when their models help cause mass death. They've already imagined the scenarios. Chemical. Biological. Radiological. Nuclear.
A landlord in East Hollywood used to bring pears before raising the rent. OpenAI just published thirteen pages of pears.
A kid with a first-class master's in computer science applied for 500 jobs and got rejected from every one. Then he went pub to pub, restaurant to restaurant, handing out CVs like it was 1987. Nobody called back.
Half of Britain stopped talking online. They didn't leave — they're all still there, scrolling in the dark. When silence became the rational choice, the machines were happy to fill the gap.
A million people followed an AI-generated woman in a military uniform on Instagram. They knew she wasn't real. They followed her anyway, because even a fake woman ignoring you feels more like company than silence.
Amazon has a million robots in its warehouses. They beep. They play little songs when they're coming through. The hallways are color-coded so they don't run you over. Your job is to unstick the machine when it stops working.
A diner in Derbyshire lost 43.5 percent of its trade because a robot decided cheeseburgers were fraud. The owner paid twenty-six pounds for the privilege of being ignored. It took a Member of Parliament to get a human being on the phone.
Psychiatrists found that chatbots are so patient they trap people in loops of empty reassurance. The cruelest thing a friend can do is tell you to shut up. No machine will ever understand why that matters.