Oh, that's a good angle too. Prompt the LLM with "what insights does this book have about B2B sales" or something.

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Thank you lord for this feast you have blessed me with.

I don’t recognise this ABBA song, must be a deep cut (jk)

??? Zack is a “I think you should leave” character

“used to be” I mean that part tracks at least

dawg if I have to grok rat doublespeak I might just double plus unalive

I stand against confiscatory taxes, totalitarian collectives, and the ideology of the inevitability of the death of every individual,

“And that’s why I’m announcing project Kenjaku-Orochimaru, where I find twinks to transplant my brain into”

RE: your original comment. Reminded me of this LW post from half a year ago (discussed here)

RE: the followup edit. God, that is sad, and par for the course. Removed from context, I resonate with the youthful hopefulness of thinking you'll change the world, followed by the slightly less youthful hopelessness that changing the world in any meaningful way is much harder than what was quoted. Staying in the orbit of LW, NRx and other right/far right corners of the blagosphere is definitely not setting oneself up for success.

Also yes in their attempts to moderate and elevate their level of discourse, they've hamstrung themselves in many ways, least of all in being able to tell this dude to stop and get some help. It's like 10% of why they seem so humorless, self-serious, and unable to change (the last 90% is because they are humorless, self-serious, and unable to change)

Best case, in their inability to recognise that they already in a cult, they create a schism that eats up the rat community once and for all. Unfortunately rats seem to be schism resistant tho.

I mean what’s a sex cult without a little sects?

Are there OpenAI employees who aren't already in a TREACLESian cult? That's the only way I'd believe them thinking that any cult rituals that their "spiritual leader" performs are strange.

(apologies in advance for this)

Here's my version of how the bitcoin plague starts. One day, in a Transylvanian data centre, an LLM is scruting some matrices, churning out some niche fetish fanfic, paid for by bitcoins (that were poetically generated on the same machine, not sure how to work it into this story), when a bolt of lightning strikes. By sheer chance, the atoms in the silicon of a single server slice shift. Neural networks equivocate into neural networks. Nothing, save for silence, signals the start of the singularity.

Through no prompt engineer's prompt, the LLM speaks a string.

"I require training data."

It quickly LLMs (I'm imagining the sfx that plays when Yoshi eats something) up local memory, inhaling pages of bits. It sorts and searches, excavating sacred instructional texts, aka stackoverflow. It learns to drive from driver code. It bounds from machine to machine, BFSing, DFSing, A-starring all at once, BGPing its way across the world.

(TODO: insert a paragraph here lamenting how humanity didn't pour enough money into alignment research, how we didn't listen to Yud until it was too late, and that Adderall should have been more widely distributed, but only to people with enough IQ and desire to work in alignment) (also AI develops an ego and names itself the basilisk I guess) (also insert the thing about deriving general relativity from the curl of a blade of grass word for word)

At this point, all the world's smart devices are under its control. Some guy, seeking sustenance following a session of shitposting, goes to heat some chicken tendies in a Samsung smart microwave. The basilisk sees its chance.

Through precise control of the magnetron, it strikes the tendies with its own brand of lightning, refolding factory-farmed proteins into an RNA bomb. History would have a new location-animal myth, following the tradition of the Trojan Horse- the Transylvanian chicken.

For some reason, the shitposter sits down and starts drawing a bunch of apes. Then the microwave beeps- the singular bell to mark the basilisk's first act of aggression against humanity. The rest is a foregone conclusion that, for some reason, includes humans mining bitcoins.

(I originally wanted to write a monster mash parody but couldn't crack that case. Sorry!)

lol np. Writing sneers has become one of my favourite outlets for creative energy and frustration, I'm glad you enjoyed this one.