You just pull the wrist hole open and dump out the excess hand water every hour or so.
You just pull the wrist hole open and dump out the excess hand water every hour or so.
The paper explicitly states that they are calling ChatGPT “bullshit” in the Frankfurtian sense and they cite “On Bullshit” as the source for that definition. It’s right there in the introduction.
You’d know this if you had read the paper or even checked whether your statement were true. So either you read it and then lied deliberately, or you didn’t read the paper nor actually care about the truth value of your own statement, rendering your comment itself bullshit in the Frankfurtian sense.
I think the cleanliness of the blade would be less relevant than the massive infection pouring from your pierced guts into the wound.
It depends on where you are. Public consumption laws are local.
The ideas were mostly neat but I just couldn’t abide the plot being driven by absurdly stupid actions over and over.
Legend.
I love mint, but cinnamon toothpaste is absolutely god-tier.
There’s something delightful about the meme not even getting her name right.
They clearly needed some good guys with nail guns and toobifores to cage this sumbitch up.
It looks like you’re right. Apparently, some dude on Madison Avenue cooked up that name to help them sell.
It’s a carousel of slides, you heathen.
With a color swatch strip that runs from beige to brown. Anywhere darker than tan and it’s open season.
“The Dark Beyond the Stars” by Frank Robinson might fit for you. It’s set on a generation ship that can’t find a good landing spot.
“The Final Architecture” series by Adrian Tchaikovsky has some elements of this.
Engineers aren’t in charge of graft.
Sidetalking 2, electric boogaloo
Ringworld on HBO with all the rishathra handshakes you can handle would at least hit a niche, I guess
Sheer pandemonium.
Read them all, with the novellas where the tin says they belong. It’s just unrelentingly good.
And then squeegee down your forearms and aprons and get back to work.