The offices of TechOnion, much like the internet itself, possess a peculiar hum—a low-grade thrum of existential dread mixed with the scent of burnt coffee. It was upon this familiar frequency that the latest disturbance arrived,...
Hark, what light from yonder data center breaks? It is the East, and Sam Altman is the sun. Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon of gainful human employment, which is already sick and pale...
