Regardless of the doomer alarmism that dominates my progressive-leaning social media feeds about the looming terrors of artificial intelligence, I remain an outlier who imagines a world where AI does not control us, but instead works as a partner.
Like a washed up athlete or someone who peaked in high school, the cast of VPR live in a bubble fueled by delusions of grandeur, deep-seated and unrecognized insecurities, and a profound lack of perspective.
It may not make you pump your fist, but you’re absolutely going to sing along if someone does it at karaoke.
There’s always someone higher on the food chain.