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“The AI slop aesthetic is more than a technical artifact or cultural curiosity. It’s the consumer-facing product of computational capitalism—created by transforming human culture into a standing reserve of data. Each uncanny image, synthetic influencer, and AI-generated article is part of a much wider transformation. Slop is waste, but it’s also fuel. […] The metabolic rift between humans and AI threatens multiple forms of failure: model collapse, ecological collapse, and cognitive collapse. The current approach to AI cannot sustain itself indefinitely. The question becomes not whether current AI slop economies will destroy themselves, but when.” Kate Crawford
People: Planting a forest 4 years ago. Increase in new cancer cases. Spending 3h looking at a painting. What are otroverts? Ghost ponds.
Business: China drops development country status.
Security: Putin’s forces against NATO? US - swatting as a service.
Energy: Solar in Africa. Sand batteries in Finland. China commitment to GHG emission reduction.
Tech: Oral GLP1. GAFAM’s handling of scams. A 6100qbit computer. Magnetic transistors. Tokyo trains and design. Detecting heat exposure.
Futures: EC 2025 report. UNEP’s.
AI: and mammograms. On the UN list of challenges. And Grads hiring (or lack of), even at PwC. Tilly Norwood.
Echoes of a Digital Dystopia
It was a day like no other in the bustling city of New Tokyo, where the subway system made navigation as effortless as the morning coffee frothed by an overly enthusiastic barista. The trains glided in and out with the punctuality of a Swiss watch, each color-coded line whispering sweet secrets to the weary commuters who rode toward their destinations. No one stopped to consider that the elegant platform screen doors were like the city’s own guardians, ensuring only the ambitious and discerning could leap into the unknown.
Amidst this choreographed chaos, Mira, an otrovert[1], found comfort in the idea that anonymity thrived in tightly packed crowds. She often observed the world through a unique lens—one that filtered out the clamor of collective belonging. While other passengers flashed glances at their smartphones, Mira craved the tactile nature of a vintage vinyl record or the sweet snaps of a long-forgotten CD player[2]. There it was, her connection to nostalgia in a world fizzling with AI-generated noise—she hummed to the tune of an old pop song, reminiscent of the summer concerts her parents had attended back in the day.
Her reverie was interrupted by an urgent ping from her AI assistant, Athena, who had just finished recalibrating its quantum computations[3]. “Good afternoon, Mira. The latest fashion trend reports a revived interest in 2000s tech,” it chirped. Mira shook her head, puzzled. “Why on Earth would anyone choose a flip phone over the convenience of a smartphone? Are we truly devolving?”
Athena dispatched a flurry of analytical data about Gen Z’s screen fatigue, framing the return to retro technology as both a whimsy and rebellion against digital overexposure. As Mira rode the train, she considered the teetering cliff of societal change. A less connected world seemed both charming and absurd, like a playful dalliance with an ex-lover who still frequently texted but now resembled a retro toy.
The topic turned somber as news flashed across the station monitors: a report warning of a staggering rise in cancer cases globally. The predictions were unsettling, particularly for lower-income areas[4]. Mira fished a handkerchief from her bag, using it to wipe beads of sweat from her brow as pressure mounted: Were we generations of otroverts—aloof outsiders to our own fate?
As the train jerked to a halt, Mira stepped out and into a bustling café where folk engaged in earnest discussions about the new AI governance proposals. She’d read that world leaders were grappling with the ethics of surveillance and the unquenchable thirst for data[5]. Fueled by a jolt of espresso, Mira joined a table of friends debating the implications of AI on human connections—lowering barriers, yet creating new ones.
Her friend, Dave, spoke passionately about a new platform designed to enhance psychological safety within workplaces. “Can you imagine asking a toaster for emotional support?” he joked, his eyebrows waggling. The joke reflected an unsettling truth—that technology was positioned to be our confidant in cold moments.
“Perhaps,” Mira said, “the path forward isn’t merely about better tech but about embracing our authentic selves in this digital cacophony.” She brandished her flip phone with newfound pride, a token of rebellion and nostalgia[6]. The others chuckled, but their laughter was tinged with the bittersweet reality that sometimes, stepping away felt like stepping closer.
In New Tokyo, where the souls of otroverts struggled under a relentless tide of data and digitization, one could still hear the delicate note of vinyl spinning in the background. Indeed, humanity felt like a weaving of stories, a collective journey tinged with vibrant colors brushing against the monochrome hallway of the future.
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[1] See: Rami Kaminski’s groundbreaking theory on personality types.
[2] A poignant twist, reminiscent of bygone eras, much like listening to early pop hits.
[3] Because why should anyone settle for simply functioning when they can do it, well, quantumly?
[4] A sobering reminder that even in advanced societies, disparities loom large.
[5] Because another layer of surveillance is the last thing we need to complete our advanced AI baggage.
[6] A bold stand against the digital brigade—sometimes it’s the little things that make the big impact.