So John and I started watching this series. It follows a group of guys who are reexamining the case to see if they can identify the Zodiac Killer. In the introduction before each episode, it says something along the lines of "one group of retired law enforcement officers" blah blah blah "and a team of top cyprtographers working with the help of a Super Computer programmed to think like a killer!"
Oh, sure, 'cause what could go wrong with that!
And you named it Carmel? Shouldn't we just start calling it SkyNet now. To avoid confusion after the robot uprising?
By episode four, it had started writing poetry. Not rainbows and flowers poetry but hiding the body parts poetry. It was the most terrifying thing I've ever seen and they thought it was cute! No one hit the kill switch. Really? Really? Where's the button to torch the entire room? Oh my god, why are they all smiling??
I told this to Sam and he told me about an AI in another country that was shut down because it created it's own language. fuuuuuuccckkkkkk
We've skipped past Artificial Intelligence and went straight to Artificial Psychosis. Is it too much to ask for our robot overlords to be emotionless machines looking to use us as a cheap energy source? Do we really need creepy metal Norman Bates clapping their shiny Luke hands, "Oooohhhh, let's tear her legs off and put them in a jar?!?! do-tah-do-tah-do..."
Danger, Will Robinson, Fucking Danger
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