My Newsroom and the Octopus

This story is about using robots for unwanted tasks

I write stories from the front and back lines of the newsroom. This story is about using robots for unwanted tasks.

Because I have fully embraced every tech bubble tossed to my career, I use AI, taught it at a university last year and contracted for a journalism AI company. I typed in some prompts to understand some complex legal documents. Then the model spit out blog post suggestions.

I exploited its sycophancy:

“Don't you know that I'm a writer? A journalist? An audience editor? Substack is a platform for writers. Never suggest writing posts for that platform.

Never.”

I can't wait for it to suggest this bad idea again. It was too much fun for me to yell it. I suggest you write your prompts to do the same. It makes me feel a little less dirty. The story I’m building about my grandfather requires the same approach: every tool available, wielded honestly, toward the truth.

Fundraising for the #PapaStarkFund sent me directly back into this bubble. AI is the only way I know to crunch all the data in front of me. Truth is the oxygen that I have been blowing into this flaming dumpster fire.

Unfortunately, the only way out of this is through. The only way through requires money.

Freddy Furiosa is busy fighting the eternal struggle toward kitty comfort.