I don’t know about you, but when I’m confronted with a technology poised to vapourise vast tracts of the economy, to put hundreds of millions out of work, and ultimately to preserve the dregs of human society in a genius robot’s version of an ant farm, well… I look to profit.
What did you expect? This is Moguls. We’ll leave the penning of laments to the poets. Or at least to those people pretending to be poets by using ChatGPT.
