Proof of Humanity
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.
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.
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.