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โ€œChildโ€™s Play,โ€ by Sam Kriss

I donโ€™t even agree with a lot of the article, but this writing slaps.

This assumption is remarkably out of step with the people who actually inhabit the cityโ€™s public space. At a bus stop, I saw a poster that read: today, soc 2 is done before your ai girlfriend breaks up with you. itโ€™s done in delve. Beneath it, a man squatted on the pavement, staring at nothing in particular, a glass pipe drooping from his fingers. I donโ€™t know if he needed SOC 2 done any more than I did. A few blocks away, I saw a billboard that read: no one cares about your product. make them. unify: transform growth into a science. A man paced in front of the advertisement, chanting to himself. โ€œThis .โ€‰.โ€‰. is .โ€‰.โ€‰. necessary! This .โ€‰.โ€‰. is .โ€‰.โ€‰. necessary!โ€ On each โ€œnecessaryโ€ he swung his arms up in exaltation. He was, I noticed, holding an alarmingly large baby-pink pocketknife. Passersby in sight of the billboard that read wearable tech shareable insights did not seem piqued by the prospect of having their metrics constantly analyzed. I couldnโ€™t find anyone who wanted to prompt it. then push it. After spending slightly too long in the city, I found that the various forms of nonsense all started to bleed into one another. The motionless people drooling on the sidewalk, the Waymos whooshing around with no one inside. A kind of pervasive mindlessness. Had I seen a billboard or a madman preaching about โ€œa CRM so smart, it updates itselfโ€? Was it a person in rags muttering about how all his movements were being controlled by shadowy powers working out of a data center somewhere, or was it a car?

The article is actually completely wrong about AI progress, though. Itโ€™s improving just as rapidly as it was, if not more so.