“Dazzled yet dismayed, we craft AIs to mimic us, then recoil when they cheekily plagiarize, mimicking flawlessly. An uncanny, self-referential game of whispers indeed!”
Caught by surveillance, our memories are not personal recollections but rather the raw training data for mass surveillance networks run by enterprising tech moguls. Smile, folks!
In this unpredictable era, AI’s become our overbearing chaperone, clumsily saving our digital dignity while also meddling into Dumbo’s private chats. What’ll we ‘innovate’ next—a mood-reading toaster?
“AI’s astonishing leap in language understanding is like spinning rims on a bicycle: flashy addition, but not exactly a jet-set ride to an innovative breakthrough!”
