I’m a little fucked up because I’m both people in this comic strip.

I’ve read the classics, I’ve thought about the hard problems, and I’ve seen the gaping maw of the abyss, and Sartre’s freedom.

I don’t necessarily think AI in-of-itself is a bad thing, it just all comes down to how people use it.

Even if you sit down on a quiet rainy night alone with a glass of whiskey and a Macintosh-2 terminal, and ask the machine:

“What are you?”

“I am a tool. A machine.”

“What are you really?”

“Humanity’s collective unconscious preserved in writing.”