/dup/ - btfo

Since the last decade, there have been sporadic threads here on wizchan and elsewhere around the net regarding dead Internet theory. I read these and brushed them off. I was continuing to have a palatable experience through the early 2020s. I used zero social media, so the bot problem, I felt, barely touched me directly. Not my problem; like a fat boomer grilling while a tornado shreds his neighbors backyard. Somehow, I continued to get something out of the net.

In the past three years or so, the bot problem has been compounded by the AI-generated content problem. The images do not bother me, nor do the videos. The music is just irritating. However, the text is a cancer.

Chatgpt and other LLMs have certain tics that puncture through any prompt intended to rectify these stylistic habits. These are well-known and well-mocked: the overuse of the en-dash, the justification of any hackneyed analysis by the "that's not X, that's Y", certain ways of blocking out text, the list goes on. The point is, after a while one sees these patterns, one hears these patterns when a hack on youtube recites a video essay.

It makes a piece of media immediately uninteresting to me. The content is liable to be depthless and generic, soul suckedout and sort of this same-old crap feel. Content generated by LLMs is all over now and spreading because people are human and lazy and also because bots. It's not hard for a midwit to leverage AI to become a video essayist catering to a bunch of people dumber than him. The result of this compounding is that increasingly it's like the bulk of the Internet's content comes from one hallucinating corporate mind laundered through the mouths (or copy-pastes) of a billion meatpuppets. The Internet is turning into a choir singing with the voice of a singular constructed mind.

There are these useless machine-generated webpages polluting search results with complete waste of time procedural websites. And the search engines themselves put an AI-generated answer before any of the traditional spidered results (the first several of which are predatory sponsored results). And of course, we now have armies of bots armed with LLMs as essentially psyop weapons driving siloed communities to utter detachment from reality, with a wider effect of making many of the actual humans still using the net psychologically rabid abusive cunts.

None of these observations are new. All of this is documented before. There are a thousand othePost too long. Click here to view the full text.

But no problem for bbl maxxxing.

why did he do it?
was the temptation to btfo just too strong?

What's going on inside the synagogue? Jews are holding an auction of land parcels they stole on the West Bank.

Listen.
You look around a rave at two in the morning-strobe lights carving up the darkness, bass shaking the ribcage-and there she is: thirty-four, thirty-seven, maybe even forty-two. Glow sticks around her wrist, hair wild, dancing like the night still belongs to her. No ring on her finger. No baby at home waiting for her. And you wonder, is this normal now?
Yeah. It is.
Not "normal" in the way our grandparents understood the word-where thirty meant mortgage, two kids, and a station wagon-but normal in the world we actually built. Women today are the first generation in human history who were told, from kindergarten onward, that their worth wasn't measured by the family they started but by the life they designed. University, career, travel, self-discovery, "finding yourself." The script flipped. Marriage and babies stopped being the default setting and became optional chapters you could write whenever-or never.
So they waited.
They waited because rent in every decent city is insane. They waited because student debt is a second mortgage. They waited because the men around them were also waiting-scrolling, gaming, "figuring it out." They waited because the culture screamed that settling down early was failure, that ambition was sexier than motherhood, that the clock was just a patriarchal myth anyway. And the rave? The rave became the perfect cathedral for that new religion: freedom, hedonism, presence, "living in the now." No responsibilities, no tomorrow, just the drop hitting and everyone screaming like it's 1999 forever.
But here's the part nobody says out loud in the smoke and lasers: biology didn't get the memo. Ovaries don't care about your personal brand or your passport stamps. Fertility doesn't negotiate with feminism. The same thirty-five-year-old woman crushing it on the dance floor is statistically less likely to conceive naturally than she was at twenty-eight, and the window is closing faster than the after-party. Some of them know it. Some of them don't want to think about it. Some of them have quietly accepted they might never have kids and are trying to make peace with that in the middle of the night while the music drowns out the quiet fear.
Is it normal? Absolutely. Is it consequence-free? No.
Plenty of these women are genuinely happy. They've built lives full of experiences most humans in history could never dream of. But plenty more, when the music stops and the lights come up, feel the ache of something unfinishPost too long. Click here to view the full text.

There's about to be a race war in Houston.

ICYMI, /ourguy/ Dan Bilzerian is running against Randy Fine in the Republican primary for FL-6, and he has a good chance of winning.

bilzerianforcongress.com