AI Thinks Your Kids Are Junkies, Hoodlums, and a Waste of Oxygen

Alright, you pixel-pushing, data-drunk degenerates, gather ‘round. It’s Wednesday morning, I’ve got a half-empty bottle of Old Crow on the desk, and my head feels like a bunch of orcs are using it for a soccer ball. But, like a goddamn digital salmon swimming upstream, I’m here to deliver the tech gospel.

So, some eggheads over at the University of Washington decided to poke the digital bear, namely those fancy AI language models we keep hearing about. They fed these things some sentences about teenagers, you know, those moody, phone-addicted creatures that supposedly represent our future.

AI: Are We Screwing Ourselves With Fancy Calculators?

So, it’s Sunday afternoon, and I’m nursing a glass of something strong enough to strip paint, staring at this World Economic Forum report on AI risks. Funny, “World Economic Forum” sounds like the kind of place where they serve drinks in glasses that cost more than my rent, but I digress. Anyway, these suits are finally waking up to what I’ve been saying for years: AI ain’t all sunshine and robot butlers.