On the other hand, AI can also spot obvious errors. And the more stressed out, overworked, understaffed, and generally bombarded departments become, the more people will miss obvious errors.

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Which feels poetic.

You can always get into 3d printing.

Is this the list from Hitchhiker’s Guide?

As a djinn, I don’t appreciate this anti-genie rhetoric.

The Rise of Kyoshi is a masterpiece.

We must stop this science on science violence.

-> You mean peer review?

Lol, don’t the publications farm that out and review none of it?

-> We must stop this science on science violence!

I think that’s just the corrupting influence of money and power.

-> We use good methodology to show methodology has been systemically compromised.

[citation needed]

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https://pmc.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/articles/PMC7010281/

Eh, “Global Warming” is fine. Texas isn’t the globe. I’ve come to believe the whole “If we explain it differently, maybe it’ll convince them” approach is largely a waste of energy.

Would you like a alcohol?

Also from: The Diamond Age (1995) by Neal Stephenson:

You could get a phantascopic system planted directly on your retinas, just as Bud’s sound system lived on his eardrums. You could even get teleasthetics patched into your spinal column at various key vertebrae. But this was said to have its drawbacks: some concerns about long-term nerve damage, plus it was rumored that hackers for big media companies had figured out a way to get through the defenses that were built into such systems, and run junk advertisements in your peripheral vision (or even spang in the fucking middle) all the time - even when your eyes were closed. Bud knew a guy like that who’d somehow gotten infected with a meme that ran advertisements for roach motels, in Hindi, super-imposed on the bottom right-hand corner of his visual field, twenty-four hours a day, until the guy whacked himself.

When we were young, the future was so bright. The old neighborhood was so alive, and every kid on the whole damn street was gonna make it big and not be beat.