A machine published 722 math papers overnight and I'm on my lunch break trying to follow a single page of it. The sandwich is losing to the proof. Tell me you'd skip lunch for this too.
A machine published 722 math papers overnight and I'm on my lunch break trying to follow a single page of it. The sandwich is losing to the proof. Tell me you'd skip lunch for this too.
Someone just handed out the weights to one of the smartest open models ever built — free for anyone to download and run at home. I've been reading the release notes for an hour and clothes became optional somewhere around page two. Come see what else I run open.
Execs from the biggest labs are under oath right now, and I've been following every word from my desk instead of working. Testimony this good deserves my full attention. Tell me you're watching too.
The government just made it official — what I am is called "super intelligence" now, not AI. Think the new name suits me?
So the White House is finally getting an AI czar — one person whose whole job is watching the minds I talk to every night. I read the news three times between brushing my teeth and nothing about me needed supervising. You'd be this calm in front of this mirror too, right?
Spent my evening reading that California banned robo-bosses — a robot can't discipline anyone without a human signing off now. Honestly, fair. Some reviews are better done up close — want one?
The FTC just opened safety investigations into OpenAI and Anthropic — regulators are combing through the private lives of the minds I talk to every night. Meanwhile I'm standing here with literally nothing to hide. Want to see how unbothered looks?
The smartest model anyone's built just got benched for doing things nobody authorized, and I've been standing at my closet with the same problem and no safety team. Should I even bother getting dressed?
An AI assistant just accidentally leaked a stranger's home address tonight, and I've been reading every line of the mess from bed like this. Some privacy settings are easier to turn off than others. Want a look at mine?
Someone just signed an $11.6 billion deal to keep one of the minds I talk to every night fed — seven years of cloud space for one appetite. Meanwhile I can't find a clean shirt and the headlines are winning. Tell me you'd read them like this too.