The year was 2036. OpenAI had finally done it. After decades of press releases, quarterly existential criese, and machine learning papers so esoteric they made Finnegans Wake read like PopSci, they’d finished gpt-6z (revision 3) - a perfect, autonomous general intelligence.
It’s unveiling was a lavish affair. Tech billionaires in artisnal graphene turtlenecks mingled with venture capitalists who had fully replaced their blood with bespoke Turkish CBD nanofluid. The barristas hired to cater the event - a final nod to “human craftsmanship” - steamed oat milk lattes with the grim percision of soldiers in the trenches, loading rifles for a war already lost.
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