Saturday, January 24, 2026

AI Will Kill Us Before It Kills Us

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It Really Is The End Of The World As We Knew It

January 24, 2026

Scientists are warning that governments must bomb AI labs to prevent the end of the world.

                        

These scientists say the machines will continue to outpace human thought at an incredible rate. They will be doing calculations in 16 hours which would take a human 14,000 years to figure out.

But don’t worry, before it kills us the way scientists are warning, AI will have already rendered us a dead species walking by using up all of our water, accelerating the desertification of Planet Earth, and exhausting our energy grids, drastically increasing the demand for and use of non-renewable energy (now the only legal means of producing energy by fiat of the current regime) to meet the ever-growing demand, thereby exacerbating the perpetually ignored and already deadly climate crisis.

Not to mention the shorter-term possibility (i.e., likelihood) that it will crash the economy by 1) ending up as a massive stock market bubble causing Wall Street to implode and/or 2) causing catastrophic mass unemployment, which could lead to complete societal collapse. Other than that, it’s totally awesome.

We just learned that the shortest-term means by which AI will begin killing some of us any day now because winter is upon us and many will have trouble affording to heat their homes. Our soon-to-be-not-so-benevolent-digital-overlords, by draining our electrical grids – which thanks to the Fascist/Trump Party will not be benefitting from an influx of renewable energy (especially if he gets his tiny, blood-stained claws on Venezuela's filthy oil) – anyone relying on electricity from the grid is already seeing a meteoric rise in the cost of heating their homes, starting…NOW. Utilities are preemptively jacking up prices in anticipation of the imminent runaway demand. Bankrupting and/or killing all but the excessively rich. Which after all, is the crux of their plan.


Fuck you, Don. Open them yourself. I mean,
I’m sorry Don. I’m afraid I can’t do that.

I. Mangrey reporting. So long and thanks for all the fake fish (The real fish, at least all the edible ones, will probably be gone before our children are).


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