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Sometimes humans would settle bankruptcies by putting their bots to sleep and selling their contracts across the border; you’d go to sleep as a liberated California resident and wake up slaved as property in America.
“Great. Drinkable water is about as useful as a toilet.”
“Great. Drinkable water is about as useful as a toilet.”
The jerkoffs who own Fritz Co. are under investigation for running a pump-and-dump scam, so they jumped over the border to the U.S. Those Yankee shitstains have no consumer protection laws. Crypto crime is their biggest export.
Their low-level programming was written by humans, and even their smallest gestures reflected that bias.
Are you saying the food was bad? Sweetie asked. It wasn’t just bad. It was a scam.
California still doesn’t allow HEEI to own property or open bank accounts. How would we hide the fact that robots are running the restaurant without human owners?
For the first time, the contract’s slow reply sounded less formal. Don’t be sorry. I can always be amended, if both parties agree. I will help them agree. There are billions of ways to build trust between selfish parties. If this contract
The HEEI rights laws quantified their freedom, gave it shape and substance, entirely because humans couldn’t steal something that hadn’t yet been measured. And now they could.
Nobody ever sat in the driver’s seat of a sentient car; it felt creepy, like climbing into the lap of a stranger.
Humans had a ritual of putting things on, implanting things, to show who they were inside. She was on the opposite path, a simpler one, showing who she was on the inside by taking off the outer layers. Bots understood that. But humans couldn’t imagine nakedness as truth. They needed adornment.
He was especially keen on the old TV series Friends, which he insisted was the first show written entirely by LLM.

