Culling the Eaters

Making More Space for Data Centers

I can take a breath and watch the feed on Notes portion of this platform roll in and watch them roll away again, eleven miles as this raven turned Old Crow stands from the ocean. I’d enjoy sitting on a dock, or paddling anything, but I spent more than enough years doing those things. This old man has had his day and some. Now I play bocce and grow tomatoes, as the regime does its thing to all of us in real time.

The miscreants refuse to do science, social or otherwise. Those who survive will have AI. Those who are poor and have health care issues will die. Many will go hungry, but there will be a lot fewer every year. That’s what the not-so-distant future looks like here:

Don’t worry. It’s all just business.