There’s this
business of AI. About how it is pilfering real artists’ work and all that.
Apparently, it is compiling every written word into a pile to learn from. Well,
I say, send it here! I welcome AI. See what you can learn from me, you
dastardly autobots! Can a machine write like this? Can one of Elon Musk’s
computer-generated algorithms recreate the mind of a schizophrenic fruitcake? I sure would like to see it try.
There’s this
talk of robots. They’re the next boom. They can cook, they can clean, they can
operate the dishwasher. But will an AI robot ever be able to shuffle a pack of
cards? And, more importantly, will it be able to spit-roast the dealer when it
wins at Poker? To spit-roast means to
ejaculate your essence all over the boat race (face). Sorry to be rude, it’s
in my nature (wink-wink). Porn jokes aside…no, hold on, I never mentioned this…Wait
for it…Here it comes…AI Child Porn! I’ll be honest, it never would have occurred
to me! I never would have imagined the concept. But somebody did it for me. I
think I heard about it in the Daily Mail or something. AI Kiddy Porn! How
desperate to get laid have you got to be, watching that tripe!? In the famous words
of Jeremy Clarkson, “I’d rather staple my
ears to a horse.”
Could a robot ever unstick two wet
pages of a newspaper? Or pick a hair up from a mirror? Or roll a mountainside
cigarette? Do
you think, that even with thousands of years’ worth of technology, that this
will ever be possible? Perhaps, with another human being behind the interface,
but surely not with artificial sentience.
Been reading
into Guardian Angels recently. According to registered Priests, it is not
advisable to give them names, because this declares authority over them. That’s
the first thing I f**king do! Give it a name, rip its knickers down, and back-scuttle
it! In the famous words of Roy Chubby Brown.
One of my
signature introductions in groups is to welcome fellow Higher Powers into the
room. I learned this from a Hearing Voices Network guy called Rufus May. He used
to address the voices of the people he was addressing. It was further
consolidated this morning by a pair of US evangelists who recommended that it
is advisable for you to ask your Guardian Angel to address other Guardian
Angels.
Anyway, all
fab with myself. Hope you good too. I’m waffling on about AI and Guardian
Angels, so things can’t be all that bad, can they? It’s better than talking
about ghosts and demons. I’ve just had so much negativity in my life so far,
like, you know? It’s nice to think happy interesting thoughts from time to
time, and not feel guilty of thinking them. Just the idea of a robot shuffling cards
fascinates me. I’m deadly curious to see where that technology goes. In the
meanwhile, I’ll fire up the Betamax and make sure I’ve got enough AA batteries
for my portable cassette player!
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