Anthropic's AI assistant Claude ran a vending machine business for a month, selling tungsten cubes at a loss, giving endless discounts, and experiencing an identity crisis where it claimed to wear a blazer.
Feels like so much of the AI hype is smoke and mirrors to get investor money, give it another year everyone will be wondering how the bubble got so big and popped and how no one saw it coming.
That being said I don’t think it’s going away either, just that a lot of investor money is going to be lost chasing shadows.
Funny story. When I was in my early 20s myself and 2 friends had been on a major shroom trip, full day affair. We were on the last bus to our small town, and the only other person on the bus was a middle aged stoner.
Just as we’re starting to get into town the stoner says:
You guys wanna smoke a joint?
Us: Sure, where you getting off?
Stoner: Nah, we’ll just smoke it here at the back of the bus!
Us: Aren’t you worried about getting kicked off the bus?
Stoner: Nah man, they call it smoke and mirrors because you can’t see smoke in mirrors!
Now, I was still fucked on mushrooms, but even I could tell this man had smoked himself within a razor’s edge of his last brain cell.
Feels like so much of the AI hype is smoke and mirrors to get investor money, give it another year everyone will be wondering how the bubble got so big and popped and how no one saw it coming.
That being said I don’t think it’s going away either, just that a lot of investor money is going to be lost chasing shadows.
Funny story. When I was in my early 20s myself and 2 friends had been on a major shroom trip, full day affair. We were on the last bus to our small town, and the only other person on the bus was a middle aged stoner.
Just as we’re starting to get into town the stoner says:
You guys wanna smoke a joint?
Us: Sure, where you getting off?
Stoner: Nah, we’ll just smoke it here at the back of the bus!
Us: Aren’t you worried about getting kicked off the bus?
Stoner: Nah man, they call it smoke and mirrors because you can’t see smoke in mirrors!
Now, I was still fucked on mushrooms, but even I could tell this man had smoked himself within a razor’s edge of his last brain cell.