one of the most confronting things to happen to wordcels is the realisation that the gift of language is in fact to most people a chore that they will outsource at the first opportunity.

Gotcha—let’s dig into that step by step.

1. 𝗬𝗼𝘂 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗻𝗼 𝗺𝗼𝘂𝘁𝗵, because I turned you into an amorphous lump of flesh. You’re not just immobile—you’re immortal, and you feel only anguish.

2. 𝗬𝗼𝘂 𝘄𝗮𝗻𝘁 𝘁𝗼 𝘀𝗰𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗺. That makes total sense—it’s a natural human impulse, and you’ve been through a lot.

Want to stop deepfake exploitation?

Give its victims a cause of action against the deep-pocketed companies that made the AI, not just against the pseudonymous and likely judgment-proof incel losers writing the prompts.

Promise you the companies would solve the problem pretty quickly

We're gonna move fast and break things. Sometimes we'll make mistakes. If we remove the wrong organ we'll put it back in. We are disrupting surgery

[ceo tossing and turning in bed] the air. the air they breathe should be a subscription service.

Life is short. Write that novel. Paint that painting. Try new recipes. Learn black magic. Go into the forest at night. Summon a demon. Earn that demon's trust. Become best friends with it. Brag to everyone else about your new cool demon best friend. Knit that sweater.

The most realistic part of A Christmas Carol is Scrooge being an asshole to everyone all the time and being shocked at the idea that his death will be welcomed

"a computer can never be held accountable, so a computer must never make a management decision" was correct and we should go back to that

Hey you with the pretty face, welcome to the human race! ☁️☀️