they have to fit across the shoulders and waist, over whatever the "over" is in overcoat and they need to look like they fit, and there's actually a posture tax in there too

I wish, as an editorial practice, journalists would distinguish between scientific machine learning models and chatbots. Fk you Sam Altman.

look guys, the lil' fish is so happy it fell over backwards under the lightning-struck bristlecone pine. it wants us to rub its belly.

its nice that the scrubbing bubbles have smiley faces. but what if they had DOT placards and hazard pictograms.

thanks hon. that'll be 42 grand, cash, 43 card. if the cyberthing's still got the loose shimmy up front stop by jake on the way out, he's got new tires for cheap, that's what i hear. we'll see you around next week.

or not. the Diner Dimension doesn't care if you come by. and we don't either

oligarchs, techswine, and cashpigs most diverse now pay scrawled+slammed checks for sums usually delivered with De Beers grade polite murmuring, for staff with certified genuine "complex employment and life histories" to stare at them with barely disguised hatred. or to pretend to know their names.

it is not possible to send your order, or anything else, back. the Diner Dimension accepts no substitutes or returns, and you cannot speak to the manager, if such an entity even exists

in the Diner Dimension, the dishes flatware and napkins were probably meant to be biodegradable. here, after a couple months of weathering they crumble into what is best described as a particularly abrasive type of microplastic