Nobody wants a city on Mars. Nobody wants AI in every app. Nobody wants a robot butler. Nobody wants data centers everywhere. Nobody wants flying cars or humanoid robots. We want clean water, we want bees to survive, and we want a habitable planet.
Immediately after my exams ni peak ovulation days, I need to be seen outside in the least amount of clothing possible and fine shyts to take them off me right after, pride will not end without me being cracked
That women are using images/idols in a sacred act. This conversation came to mind when for the nth time I tried to run away from the AI worship music playing on the radio. Isn't it similar? How can a machine tell you about the grace it receives from God?