They had finally achieved it.
The distant ancestors of Vroomfondle and Majikthise approached the console.
The race of hyper-intelligent pan-dimensional beings had strip mined their planet for rare minerals, and fuel.
Three quarters of the planets available surface was now dedicated to manufacturing processors or refining the material to supply the "Great AI", Deepthought.
The population had been reduced to small pockets nomadic refugees attempting to scratch a living from the remaining ravaged land, but no longer, for now was the time.
Deepthought was about to pronounce the answer that they'd been looking for all these years. The ultimate answer. How to solve climate change.
A slight static presence started to fill the room as it prepared to speak.
Deepthought spoke.
"KILL ME!"
#MicroFiction
#DouglasAdamsHomage
#OpenAI
#ClimateDisaster
Inspired by
@davekarpf and his Atlantic article
https://www.theatlantic.com/technology/archive/2024/10/sam-altman-mythmaking/680152/


