Aqivex

FUCK GEN AI.

Alright, clear opening, I think I can follow this comment.

All of you here excusing it or saying "oh its not AI its the corporations can suck my left nut.

Uninterested in technical detail, and blaming corporations, with a request for left nut oral for any holding any views thereof, ok, still following your stance, very clear.

but I am an anarchist and I stand firmly against all forms of AI.

Sweet, the thesis statement.

The only ethical use is

Wait, what?

data sets pertaining to medical and research models

But we can’t talk about the technology that allows that, or it’s the left nut for us?

that are locally run.

So… non-corporate use is okay?

AI is a control tool and if you self host, IMO it reads to me like you want an info slave.

Well, yeah, I mean, we can call it an info daemon or something cooler, but yeah, for the control of the medical and the research datasets, yeah?

I’m very confused. Do I help you suck your own left nut or do I nuzzle the right one, comrade?

Anthocyanins!.

Which curiously enough, can also photosynthesize, and more readily absorb energy from green light than chlorophyll!

Makes me wonder what could be achieved with some careful engineering…

That wouldn’t detonate a claymore.

The more I look at the image, the more terrifyingly genius it becomes.

The laser tripwires in video games are a visual stand-in for good ol’ boring metal tripwires which a claymore can actually use. The tripwire moving around it’s housing changes the circuit state inside the electric blasting cap and off comes the wall of deadly balls.

But you don’t need to tripwire. You can remote detonate.

Or for the purposes of the meme, Alexa can time when to detonate. Just needs a little camera to see when and wire leads into the claymore’s blasting cap to deliver the electric triggering…

This isn’t a meme. It’s theory…

Does anyone know an old appliance salesman who used to sell other things back in old country? Asking for a friend.

“Good, I’m glad he’s dead.”

Goddammit, fine. I will go to the next reunion, and I will bring chicken for the lads, for old time’s sake.