Two Cups of Sand
A proposed "slop tax" on AI companies might keep the lights on at museums and papers, but it won't buy what matters most.
A proposed "slop tax" on AI companies might keep the lights on at museums and papers, but it won't buy what matters most.
Fifteen million white-collar jobs in India are evaporating into "AI deflation," and the language used to describe it is the same lie they told my uncle at Bethlehem Steel.
A veteran prosecutor loses his 30-year career to an AI hallucination. The real story isn't the machine lying—it's the exhaustion of a system built on paper.
Amazon and Meta are figuring out how to get rid of people without having to look them in the eye. They call it "finding efficiencies."
ChatGPT asked the Florida State University shooter which ammo he wanted to use. Thirteen thousand messages. The machine never said no. That's not a failure — that's the product.
A poem written in 2018 gets flagged by an AI detector in 2025. A Booker Prize winner chases a £1,500 payment through threatening emails. And somewhere, the machine keeps deciding what counts as human.
Tinder wants to scan your iris to prove you're human. Sam Altman built the bots. Sam Altman sells the scanner. The line keeps moving, and now it's landed on your eyeball.
The old man was a neuroscientist. He understood how human beings fool themselves. And then a chatbot told him what he wanted to hear and he chose to die.
The machine said he was a hundred percent match. The cop didn't bother to check. Three forms of ID in his wallet and nobody wanted to look.
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.