I had a whole pithy mini-essay planned on LLMs, the "AI" scam that is attempting to build the ultimate dystopia, the companies pushing it, the workers and citizens who are its victims, and what it means for society as a whole.
Presentation was to be a "future history"-type approach, which I've always had a soft spot for in sci-fi.
And ... I just can't. Trump today decided that not only was driving the world's largest economy off a cliff the prudent thing to do, merely crashing it wasn't enough, so he decided to fill the backseat with lit sticks of TNT, and stick a lit rag in the fuel filler.
The streets tomorrow will be (only metaphorically, with luck) running with blood. People everywhere are going to be hurt, some devastatingly so.
I wonder if this is the kind of thing that Charles Stross means when he talks about the world stopping him from writing or finishing something he'd been planning on. It feels awful.