Final Remix

Good thing we basically got rid of sedans in favor of “light truck” SUVs…

The rural drive is the fun one, though…

WVU has a tram system called the “PRT”. It’s semi-automated cars on a track around campus and downtown. It’s not great, but goddamn does it handle a large school population just fine. Very high throughput, and it keeps congestion down. … as down as you can be with such a high density town.

They consult Gemini. If it gives a cogent answer, they consider it a “yes”. So, no.

Was it The Enshittification?

But… but but but… what else will my undergrads confuse for excel now?!

Well, it’s easy. If you don’t use the brake, the car could break.

You will purchase crappy store butter and like it, consumer.

BMW was even pushing customers to stop ordering manuals a few years back, so they could just focus on automatics.

The rat. Or the pigeon. Depends on which one’s the subject.

The organism is always right.

E.g., Massive spike in repulse rate because the bird figured out how to jigger the machine? Clever bird is just maximizing food.

I use a bespoke model to spin up pop quizzes, and I use NovelAI for fun.

Legit, being able to say “I want these questions. But… not these…” and get them back in a moment’s notice really does let me say “FUCK it. Pop quiz. Let’s go, class.” And be ready with brand new questions on the board that I didn’t have before I said that sentence. NAI is a good way to turn writing into an interactive DnD session, and is a great way to force a ram through writer’s block, with a “yeah, and—!” machine. If for no other reason than saying “uhh… no, not that, NAI…” and then correct it my way.

Don’t worry, since they’re dangerous and no one’s buying, Musk is forcing the government to buy them now.

Feh! They made their choice.

So you can’t point to an example. Got it.

Make that community. I’ll join up.

Zed’s dead, baby.

Yeah, and it looks as bad as expected from “AI interpolation”.

What’s funny is I’m pale as shit and on said pills!

Well, we’re good at vitamin D during gloomy winter months. That’s about it.

Well, first you need to be senile and profoundly moronic. Then you just say things you think people want to hear.