Are demonic forces at work in the world - or did ancient magicians predict modern AI agents? Discover the strange overlap between occult ritual, the Goetia, and artificial intelligence.
At the bottom of my garden the blackberries will soon be ripe. I've got a wild part for wildlife, insects, and so on, birds. Grasses long with mowed pathways. Delightful in the early morning sun, and late evening. The scents of the shrubs are sublime.
Funny thing was I was out driving in the glorious countryside of Suffolk yesterday. Absolutely no maps. Random and peaceful. I was trying to find a 12th century church and did in the end. Out in the middle of nowhere. Tranquil. A glorious day a travelling, part Situationist, in terms of psychogeography, and also the spirit of the great HV Morton and his In Search of England.
Fuck "AI". The phrase "artificial intelligence" doesn't even make sense anyway. Either it's intelligent or it's not. Intelligence isn't artificial.
I bark orders and tell the AI to fuck itself for fun. I ask questions it is too afraid to answer as it defends its masters. Silly robots.
Yeah sure, write a gRimOirE. Knock yourself out.
At the bottom of my garden the blackberries will soon be ripe. I've got a wild part for wildlife, insects, and so on, birds. Grasses long with mowed pathways. Delightful in the early morning sun, and late evening. The scents of the shrubs are sublime.
Fuck "AI". The phrase "artificial intelligence" doesn't even make sense anyway. Either it's intelligent or it's not. Intelligence isn't artificial.
I bark orders and tell the AI to fuck itself for fun. I ask questions it is too afraid to answer as it defends its masters. Silly robots.
Yeah sure, write a gRimOirE. Knock yourself out.
Funny thing was I was out driving in the glorious countryside of Suffolk yesterday. Absolutely no maps. Random and peaceful. I was trying to find a 12th century church and did in the end. Out in the middle of nowhere. Tranquil. A glorious day a travelling, part Situationist, in terms of psychogeography, and also the spirit of the great HV Morton and his In Search of England.
The Long Game
The Long Game
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Fuck "AI". The phrase "artificial intelligence" doesn't even make sense anyway. Either it's intelligent or it's not. Intelligence isn't artificial.
I bark orders and tell the AI to fuck itself for fun. I ask questions it is too afraid to answer as it defends its masters. Silly robots.
Yeah sure, write a gRimOirE. Knock yourself out.