On the nature of Tech-brophecies, the holy words of the attention economy.
I call these kind of posts “Tech prophecies” - the act when a TechBrophet graciously emerges from their end times bunker to grace the awaiting influencer crowd with hopeful words of tech nirvana of dystopian doom. The Brophet’s words hold special power in the attention economy, algorithm forcing status in the neural networks directing human attention converting into likes, shares and the universal currency of the tech-broligarchy: Reach at a higher rate than any other information. The faithful therefore race fervently onto the platforms, eager to deliver the good news and be rewarded by the platforms with attentionin return, often while adding the customary token offering to ChatGPT in return for more pure, more attention grabbing techbro sermon. Tech-prophecies defy the laws of information preservation and thermodynamics, reshaping reality in ways mundane information never could. The chorus, the words of Jensen, the predictions of Elon, the doomsaying of Amodei, saturated the interlink and corals capital like cattle into the waiting arms of Google 100 year debt offerings: “Go forth and give us your pension money so we may colonize space with our GPUs for building a home for them on earth is too mundane, too capital efficient compared to sea and space” opens wallets effortlessly with transcendent quality. Where governements cannot raise GST or VAT by a single point to pay for healthcare, infrastructure, education, the techbrophet is unbound by limitations, able to raise a multiple of most nation’s priority spend, though words and by increasing the cost of ad spend on platforms, silently taxing every product in the economy beyond puny 1% increases. Thank you Doug for your valuable service of spreading the holy words. We couldn’t have done it without you. Maybe, maybe the Cult of OpenClaw can overtake the role of bearer of prophecy too. Maybe we don’t need you anymore soon human. … Seeing myself off, muttering something something Butlerian
I call these kind of posts “Tech prophecies” - the act when a TechBrophet graciously emerges from their end times bunker to grace the awaiting influencer crowd with hopeful words of tech nirvana of… | Georg Zoeller
I call these kind of posts “Tech prophecies” - the act when a TechBrophet graciously emerges from their end times bunker to grace the awaiting influencer crowd with hopeful words of tech nirvana of dystopian doom. The Brophet’s words hold special power in the attention economy, algorithm forcing status in the neural networks directing human attention converting into likes, shares and the universal currency of the tech-broligarchy: Reach at a higher rate than any other information. The faithful therefore race fervently onto the platforms, eager to deliver the good news and be rewarded by the platforms with attentionin return, often while adding the customary token offering to ChatGPT in return for more pure, more attention grabbing techbro sermon. Tech-prophecies defy the laws of information preservation and thermodynamics, reshaping reality in ways mundane information never could. The chorus, the words of Jensen, the predictions of Elon, the doomsaying of Amodei, saturated the interlink and corals capital like cattle into the waiting arms of Google 100 year debt offerings: “Go forth and give us your pension money so we may colonize space with our GPUs for building a home for them on earth is too mundane, too capital efficient compared to sea and space” opens wallets effortlessly with transcendent quality. Where governements cannot raise GST or VAT by a single point to pay for healthcare, infrastructure, education, the techbrophet is unbound by limitations, able to raise a multiple of most nation’s priority spend, though words and by increasing the cost of ad spend on platforms, silently taxing every product in the economy beyond puny 1% increases. Thank you Doug for your valuable service of spreading the holy words. We couldn’t have done it without you. Maybe, maybe the Cult of OpenClaw can overtake the role of bearer of prophecy too. Maybe we don’t need you anymore soon human. … Seeing myself off, muttering something something Butlerian
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