Beacon 23

by Hugh Howey

I’m here because they haven’t made a computer yet that won’t do something stupid one time out of a hundred trillion. Seems like good odds, but when computers are doing trillions of things a day, that means a whole lot of stupid.

I also very purposefully employ the caps button, because they can, in this way, hear us scream in space:

it occurs to me that until someone licks AI, this is why NASA needs monkeys in space. To make stupid monkey decisions like these.

Sometimes, you’ve just gotta laugh. You just gotta hug your shins, rock back and forth, and laugh.