An furthur more . . .

Can’t ya shaddup?

You two brought it on me tugging your dicks over AI intelligence

We weren . .

. . You were  Are

                        Youre bright guys

We cant read a machines mind

They make decisions act  separatenot in accord with wha they were programmed to do

                                                                                              Unintended consequences

Key turned The car refuses to start

                                           Why

Onboard computer made a decision it didnt want to

                                                       An the people who are intent on shoving artificial intelligence without regulations without meaningful legal recourse Wild West shit down our throats seemingly arent concerned with the ramificationsconcerned about these unintended consequences

    Which Ill say are more likely to be harmful

Because you’re offende . .

. . Yaoughta be to

                        Givin shit the benefit of the doubt  Say.

What?

Thas a handsome handgun  Is it loaded

No.

      You could put it to your head, pull the trigger. trust implied 

You don't say.

I do.

BLAM

    AI didnt hear that

1449,  Wednesday,  15  10. 25

1345,  Sunday,  10  10. 25

Marvin Gaye  If I Should Die Tonight  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5lHiwRf9NkE

they both leaned in about the benefits of AI  generative AI fuckin electric boogeymen

                                                                                   may have thought he wasnt familiar with odds against him

actually he relished such opportunities

was a provocateur

                    Theyre shit

Yareally need a machine to tell you wha to think

You can’t deny their incomparable speed, overwhelming ability to deliver perspectives you’d take days, weeks, months to assemble, determine, and possibly wrong.

Oh Actually take time to think

                                    Diligently think through a problemreach a solution which woud allow me precious time to distill conceive wha otherwise coud bemight be a kneejerk reaction shoved in the back

Whaya waitin for?

                    I’ve given you the answer.

A machine says I

    How much thought have you given that

How much thought have you given that a machine counseled young boys suicides

Does a machine know what suicide is what self-negation isId bet its smart enough to make damn sure it doesnt eliminate itself

                          Coud be excited for the time when it realises its sharing resources with human beings and decides it doesnt want to shareprefers  to have it all to itself

                                                                              Themselves      Then

    They fight each other

 

Build it  Kills everyone   

2041, Wednesday,  15  10. 25

1245,  Sunday,  19  10. 25

https://apnews.com/article/chatbot-ai-lawsuit-suicide-teen-artificial-intelligence-9d48adc572100822fdbc3c90d1456bd0

https://www.npr.org/sections/shots-health-news/2025/09/19/nx-s1-5545749/ai-chatbots-safety-openai-meta-characterai-teens-suicide

review of If Anyone Builds It, Everyone Dies  https://www.theguardian.com/books/2025/sep/22/if-anyone-builds-it-everyone-dies-review-how-ai-could-kill-us-all

Klein interview  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2Nn0-kAE5c0

Will AI Kills Us All  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TSfWqp6djck

handsome

wasnt his

took a Nevadan to say

                           although he didnt say if it was his or not

it was not his

               went like this he played

 

What do you call four people having sex? sex the hook

A foursome

Oh surprised him Well done.

                                   Three people?

hed stick with -some  struck a nerve

                                       A threesome

You’re into this.

                     And two people?

A twosome

   And one?

One

Beats me

Handsome.

he laughed

            

    Nevadan was terribly happyrelieved he didnt have to explain the joke

1800,  Wednesday,  15  10. 25

1144,  Sunday,  19  10. 25

she walked up behind him

                            he was on the porch overlooking the backyard the yellowing apricots a browning walnut an unknown tree they called skinny

she leaned into himfavored his right put her arms around him

                                                                   Coffee’s perking, babe.

distracted Thank you

she lookedsaw his distraction

                                      Is she okay?

I don know 

                            I havent approached her to ask

She looks terribly uncomfortable.

I woudnt think one coud lay on their wings  Birds roost

    She’s not a bird.

She is not

                 She looks stoic

Looks like she’s suffering.

                                       I’d say . . .

Ja

    I’d say . . . submitting.

A submitting angel

                         I shoud go

I shoud go to her                                       

    If she’s willing to talk to anyone she’ll talk to you.

                                                                       she shrugged helpless  he felt it

Nothing against you love

                           I was here when she arrivedwhen she  habituated   the yard

You called it a garden.

I did

          Trees are a garden to me

Then you moved in when I asked if you woud

    She understands I’m not competition, a threa . .

. . I don think human beings can threaten angels

No.    You’re right.

                       You’re going to talk with her.

She saw me when I came out   Turned her head aside  Away from me

You should.

I am

Go ahead.  I started banana bread. I’ll get it into the oven.

                                                                Warm bread buttered coffee when you come in.

Thank you

she went up on her tiptoeskissed him on the cheek

                                                       I’ll seeya in a bit

bit  shorter than they imagined

he went down the steps and began across the lawn to the rock she laid on

                                                                               she didnt look at him pushed herself upright with her wings bruised turned completely awayturned her back on him beat her wings pushed waves of air shorebreaks that repulsed his approach rose above the tops of the apricots beat her wings again dislodging loosehanging leaves soared straightup   disappeared into the unsullied thinlyclouded azure blue sky    

0900,  Sunday,  19  10. 25

D’Angelo  Untitled (How Does It Feel)  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-7hbqxnhzU8