I don’t, that’s the crushing part. I remember it was a guy who also wrote a story about spring-powered vehicles, or about a bollywood dancer getting married to an AI until she cheats on it with a real human at which it crashes a satellite onto her lovers house
He was a talented writer, very english sounding name, fascinated with India I think
I’ve read a sci-fi novella with this very premise. Indian guy uses an AI guide designed by his roommate to pick up (sparse, almost non-existent) indian girls. He catches one with a cheesy pickup line to do with a TV show, but it turns out the girl’s AI was the one interested, and not the girl herself.
In the end, the AI bots fall in love, but the guy is crushed when he finds out the girl just wants to play the field a little (girls are rare in this setting). Frustrated with his efforts, the guy decides to go out dancing with his roomate, who liked him more than a friend all along
bro… that’s earth man. That’s where I live buddy
I’ll pay you £10 to lick it
Until FPTP is abolished, I still have to vote tactically to keep Reform out.
I’m not a WASP, and my love of the Greens is outweighed by my fear of Farage. Call me whatever you like.
I’m likely voting Labour (swing county), but I want the door to door campaigners to know that I’m voting Green, just to rattle them a little
Oh wow, so 2m has been given to Reform UK, I wonder where there 1m will go, and how the 500k will be spent, especially as the 250k might not be enough to fund the campaign, and the 125k might not reach that far after everyone in this reputable party has taken their cut.
*Looks at all the training data*
The point isn’t efficiency. The point is cruelty.
Woah. Thanks for this.
“should have got the Cloak of Encumbrance”
Cloak of Knowledge: “Should’ve got the Cloak of Understanding”
No! Water, Ship, Down!
(Yearly reminder that Hawkwind have released an album every year for the last 50 years)
London’s calling, on the answering phone.
Please leave a message, at the end of the tone.
*smiles, then pisses self whilst making a sandwich*
Floss is boss. Floss is boss.
*a single cat is hurled unceremoniously through the window onto your lap*
People’s Republic of St. Valeria