I, for one, welcome our AI-generated overlords
That's it. Another year, done and dusted.
It's almost 4 P.C. (years post-COVID, 3 piece combo, or 3 personal computers: choose wisely). How on earth has it now been four years since 2020? Perhaps time is running differently, or perhaps those Mandela Effect folks are right and we've switched into another dimension where time is on full blast and we'll be in the 2030s in like six months' time. That's six years left of the 2020s, folks; time to finish that copy of The Great Gatsby, because you won't be able to say you read it in the roaring '20s for another hundred years, and by that point, the world will either be gone, we'll have reincarnated or whatever happens next, or we'll be like those jarred heads in Futurama (and nobody wants the same fate as Ronald Reagan).
King Charley boy was Coronationed (boring royal stuff, not Coronation Street). Binley Mega Chippy stopped being a meme, and now I must rely on just going to fish and chip shops that don't sell mushy peas—what a relief! American politics was a shitshow. The Voice campaign in Australia showed how a bunch of political extremists and wealthy industrialists can pretend they share the voice of the people and casually manipulate the public by pretending they're the voice of the people, when they're the divisive ones by keeping certain groups of people in society trapped in poverty to benefit them and them alone. Chat GPT and AI tech tools were supposed to save us from drudgery, but now they're AI generating novels and art and all forms of creativity like we're living in Nineteen Eighty-Four so we have more time for the drudgery. Yay!
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