Sock it to the little guys, viz., residential electric billing, already double what's charged AI engines. We go (as ever) to the western gate, along with Luke Havergal (Gardiner, Maine and Peterboro, New Hampshire, melancholic alcoholic), Harvey Weinstein (quite properly crucified for plunging his face in the crows' nests of all those saintly starlets), and all the rest of us just as comprehensively sorrowful. God sits in heaven and laughs, that is if not AI, but called Zeus or Jupiter, and to whom we pray, May the worms turn in our lifetimes.
Couldn’t the battle over AI regulation have something to do with the large amounts of money that the AI firms are using to grease the wheels?
Sock it to the little guys, viz., residential electric billing, already double what's charged AI engines. We go (as ever) to the western gate, along with Luke Havergal (Gardiner, Maine and Peterboro, New Hampshire, melancholic alcoholic), Harvey Weinstein (quite properly crucified for plunging his face in the crows' nests of all those saintly starlets), and all the rest of us just as comprehensively sorrowful. God sits in heaven and laughs, that is if not AI, but called Zeus or Jupiter, and to whom we pray, May the worms turn in our lifetimes.
That strange flower, the sun,
Is just what you say.
Have it your way
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The world is ugly
And the people are sad.
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That tuft of jungle feathers,
That animal eye,
Is just what you say.
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That savage of fire,
That seed,
Have it your way.
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The world is ugly
And the people are sad.
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Wallace Stevens, GUBBINAL
(Gubbins, by the way, are scraps. Hooray!)