Ok, so now AI is writing poetry that makes me want to cry and it's possibly better than most human poetry I've read lately and is this the time when we should be taking the red pill or looking for John Connor or something or am I just panicking over nothing and androids do dream of electric sheep?

And for so many more reasons... This is going to be a long four years, and we genuinely can't know that it won't be MORE than four years if Twitler gets his "dictator" way.

This is unfortunately not shocking, but it is horrifying. Next thing we know, we'll be in an Atwoodian dystopia... Blessed be the fruit, or whatever. 🤬