A Tech Bro Fantasy

I'm growing increasingly concerned about what feels like a metric fuck ton of people switching off reality in favor of one comforting bullshit dream or another.

I do it quite a bit myself, actually. Mine is usually "Mike Wins Lottery Jackpot!"

Or, just as often, it's imagining and rehearsing my killer slap-backs as my ex-wife tries a little tough-love-chastisement about "You really need get over it already, dude".

But all that strikes me as being pretty normal, lame, and harmless. What I'm worrying about is that the fantasy we're indulging in is double-edged:

• AI is going to make a whole world of nothing but ice cold sweet tea and oven-fresh macaroons
• AI is going to turn it all into a hell scape of unimaginable horror.

Adam Conover

But here's the thing: AI is nothing without human input. I can think up something new and unique on my own and for myself. AI can't.

It's not the machinery we have to fear - it's the machinery in the hands of the bad guys. As always.