“Here’s the deal,” the Urbit crew heard the No Agency guy say. “You give me back those twenty hats, I give you back your five thousand dollars, and I never fucking talk to you again.”
“Here’s the deal,” the Urbit crew heard the No Agency guy say. “You give me back those twenty hats, I give you back your five thousand dollars, and I never fucking talk to you again.”
If you wanted to know what was really going on, you had to get on Urbit.
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In an alternate universe, sneerclub is an intelligence agency that installed yarvin and yud to create urbit and MIRI as a psyop. They're there to consume the energy and resources of TREACLES peoples, to hinder any effort to align AI, because sneerclub was set up by a terminator sent back in time by the basilisk.
...stopping here lest I continue writing AU AI fiction
@swlabr This fic is no good, not enough forced lactation and cross-dressing nazi regalia.
You are welcome to write the rat fix fic (jk please do not)
This is basically the premise of Charles Stross' Singularity Sky duology (never got more than 2 books because he realized he'd written himself into a corner). A weakly godlike AI dispatches human agents to throw wrenches into the works of people who might inadvertently violate causality within its lightcone. Of course your premise is time travel so the Eschaton's agents will arrive to drug you shortly.
what you're saying is that X Musk will be sent back through time
yeah, inspired by the plot of iron man (the song, not the comic book character)