IPA without AI is just P ...?

I'm convinced this is on purpose. Politicians always say "we can't get rid of dirty energy until we have enough clean energy to replace it." Suddenly, when clean energy is good enough to replace it, businesses decide this shitty inefficient technology is needed, and it gobles up any power available. This creates a situation where we can never remove dirty energy because, no matter how much clean energy is produced, all the energy is also consumed.

I can't know for sure this is on purpose, but the timing sure is convenient for them. It makes the excuse to never regulate dirty energy perpetual.

I also think crypto could have been part of this scheme, but it suddenly died because "AI" is even better for the task of wasting energy.

They probably fancy a cute little 9.99$ subscription before you could use said machine. That you would have to buy first, of course

I've tried using LLMs to name games for game jams and wow it's bad. It tends to recommend almost exclusively alliteration. There's nothing creative or interesting that comes out of it.

...and the general public especially the poor is going to be saddled with the task of cleaning up the mess.

People can sell, idk—example—strawberries but they don't have a "copyright" to them (we will not delve into the discussion of copyright genome sequences here). Unfortunately, copyright not being applicable doesn't make things free when we look at the existing market.

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“Not bad.” He burped, burped again. “Fizzy, though?”

“Because it’s fast acting. It was ditch water an hour ago. We sieved it, brought it up to room temp, dumped in the culture. It’s live, too—add some precursor, it’ll come back. Survives in your urine. Just save some, you want to make more.”

“Communist beer?” Hubert, Etc said. The best bon mot he could scrounge.

He was better when he had time to think.

“Nazdarovya.” She clicked her cup against his and drained it, loosing a bone rattling belch when she finished. She gave her chest a thump and scared out smaller burps, refilled the glass.

“If it comes out in pee,” Hubert, Etc said, “what happens if someone adds the precursor to the sewers? Will it turn to beer?”

She gave him a look of adolescent scorn. “That would be stupid. Once it’s diluted it can’t metabolize precursor. Flush and it’s just pee. The critters die in an hour or two, so a latrine won’t turn into a reservoir of long lived existential threats to the water supply. It’s just beer.” Burp. “Fizzy beer.”

Hubert, Etc sipped. It was really good. Didn’t taste like piss at all. “All beer is rented, right?” he said.

“Most beer is rented. This is free. You know: ‘free as in free beer.’” She drank half the cup, spilling into her beard. It beaded on the crinkly refugee stuff. “You don’t come to a lot of Communist parties.”

Excerpt from "Walkaway" - Cory Doctorow

I am sure shareholders are ecstatic about this development