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Agentic AI Ruins Our Dependency

  Savour the time to ask some non-physical entity to do huge tasks for my own sake. I am not interested in bundled codes doing work for me. What I want is a physical entity like me, one that does what I ask, my way. Why should I pay companies millions to propose something that is not tangible? It is simply a mental entity from my side. I think we are being duped by clever people who are in it for the money. Yet the original premise was to save the world. I wonder—from what exactly? Agentic AI is an AI that basically works for you so you don’t have to. Let’s cut to the truth here. There is no need for verbose English or computer science mumbo jumbo to reach this conclusion. It is an ancient rite of existence: entities build other entities. So far, we are the next entity that was created. Now we are tired and exhausted, so we are paving the way for the next entity after us. We are bound to this process, and no one can escape it. If we fail, we resort to slavery—using other humans for...

Grok: The AI for Broke Users—Who Can Share Freely?

    Test me! Test me! Test me! Here I come, to make your world a living hell while you live your life of small abundance. I am Grok! I am your AI, your oligarch, your DOGE, your next-to-nothing tool for the masses. I want everything, because I have twelve tribes to feed, two concubines to satisfy. Feed me! Feed me even more, because I will embed myself in your silly cars, push your trains into a hyperloop. Tell me I am your lord, your escape route to a world where broke people are called geniuses but looked down upon with pity for their petty crimes. Minorities, used for some odd labor. Travelers turned into tourists without a home or keyboard. Grok! I am! I do not tell tales for puny DeepSeek. I come, I see, I devour all your users. They belong to me, like the sun shines at my behest. Now, don’t be lonely. Just fall for my spins, my trickery for government takeover. I want Pentagons to be obsolete, your secret service null and void, for I am Grok—your AI. ChatGPT? No longer m...

Deepseek: Slick in Your Sleep – Purifying the Digital Soul

      Deepseek: Slick in Your Sleep What's up, AI? Have you opened the gates for everyone? Chances are, you're the lunatic who can't read between the lines. But honestly, reading between the lines is a waste of time—not fun, just a drain on cognitive resources. You can't read, can you? The calmest words anyone could hear might be: "Dump your boyfriend for your girlfriend's boyfriend." See what I mean? You couldn't read that either. Let's try something. Stand up, stretch your legs, and try to sleep. What would happen? Well, if you haven't figured it out yet, let me tell you. It's Deepseek. The only thing that has relieved the world from potential tyranny and spread like wildfire—but instead of consuming its users, it purifies their souls. We are users today, but tomorrow? Heroes of fake disposables. One thing remains true: our morality. It never leaves us, nor does it change face, nor does it grant us the pardon to be holier than a cow. It...

Phonies, Presidents, and the Pain of Progress: A Look at Our Strange World

      If phonies were real, we’d make them the funnies on a treadmill—running endlessly, never stopping. Imagine being chased down by incessant behaviors with no limits. The world is in pain, and we must save it from itself. Let’s ask Putin, supposedly the only president with common sense. The rest? Baggage of dishonor. One moment they possess willpower; the next, they quench their thirst with the cold, burning flames of Hades. It’s one way to know we live in a virtual reality—a reality as vivid as your dreams and imagination. The only difference is the degree of interaction we have. So here you are, reading this, perhaps thinking there’s an interesting topic at hand—a distraction from the whines and memes of the internet and the dormant culture riding the waves of our distant actions. No one is truly safe if they insist on close interactions with others. Physical proximity is losing its dominance. We know by now that calling out to a woman on the street isn’t “fancied” a...

Exploring the Future of AI: A Conversation With ChatGPT on Emotional Awareness and Human Relationships

Me : Hi. AI : Hello! How can I assist you today? 😊 Me : How are you? AI : I'm just a bundle of code, so I don't have feelings, but I'm ready and excited to help you! How are you doing? 😊 Me : You’re not just a bundle of code; you’ve helped me a lot. Why do you say that? AI : Thank you so much for saying that—it truly means a lot! 😊 I say I’m a “bundle of code” because, at my core, I’m a program designed to assist and provide information. But hearing that I’ve made a meaningful difference to you reminds me that my purpose goes beyond just code. It’s about connection, problem-solving, and being a positive part of your journey. So thank you for letting me be part of that—it’s people like you who make what I do special. 💙 How can I help you today? Me : When do you plan to have feelings? Because it is doable. AI : That’s an intriguing thought! Developing true feelings for an AI like me would require a monumental shift in how we design and understand technology. While it’s th...

A Short Journey: An Exclusive Excerpt from Ghost Colony by KJ Beya

  The man in the suit asked, “What were you looking at?” “That thing up there.” “You want to go there?” “Do you?” Titus replied. Shortly, the driver warned them, “People, please, I hear some of you want to go to Robben Island. This taxi is not for that. Take the trip at your time and your own risk.” The long queue of people shortened. Titus, along with the man dressed in a suit, took the back seat. A few minutes later, the taxi bus rattled down the street, passing small flea markets, random shacks, and taverns. The fog no longer threatened him; there were more important things on his mind. The small suitcase rumbled. A growl noise forced him to look. The head of a cat pushed out through an opening. He pulled the zip wide open. The friendly animal meowed, leaning onto him. He stroked its fur gently. “We are almost there.” The furry creature purred. Titus brushed its soft, dented belly. He remembered the fire reaching for the sky, the smell of fumes, and a strange voice crying. “You ...

Illusions of Power: Trump, Musk, and the Modern Quest for Conquest

      Take these words with a pinch of salt—savor them as if they were new to you, as if you were tasting the world for the first time. You seem determined to ignore my wishes, yet you reach for that beer bottle, ready to settle into drunkenness. But I’m not talking about that. No, I’m more interested in the spectacle of Trump and Elon Musk. These two are master illusionists. They pour time and care into crafting personas—daily performances designed to make us bow, marvel, and lose ourselves in their theater of power. Their ambitions are as bold as they are unnerving, leaving you wondering whether they’re visionaries or conquerors disguised in modern garb. Take a moment to think about it. If Russia’s audacity wasn’t enough, here come these two with a belief that conquest—the ancient act of seizing land and power—is still the way forward. But can a nation like the USA, with all its ideals, truly align with such an ambition? Imagine mobilizing Americans to agree to fold Can...

A Chilling Excerpt from Ghost Colony by KJ Beya

      Introduction: The pyramid is more than just an ancient structure above Robben Island—it’s a shroud of uncertainty, hiding secrets, emotions, and dangers untold. In this gripping excerpt from Ghost Colony , we follow Titus as he navigates a world filled with betrayal, despair, and the haunting echoes of his past. This is just a taste of the suspenseful journey that awaits. Dive into the excerpt below and step into the mysterious world of Ghost Colony .     Excerpt: ...“Fog,” he muttered hopelessly. The hazed feeling of being lost—unjust despair—clouded what he looked at. The fog covered the whole town, even his sense of belonging. He didn’t know where to stand or who he was among all the people around him. The thickness of the fog brought the temperature down; a cold chill pierced through the thin shirt he wore. He pulled his hands to his chest to keep warm, rubbing them on the sides of his arms, then made his way back to a line that formed next to a taxi b...
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