Your AI girlfriend will be free. Or if she has a body it’ll be sold to you at cost. Your AI girlfriend will be a loss leader.
Your AI girlfriend will be free to play with microtransactions. Your AI girlfriend will have a brain that takes up 15 nuclear power plants studying your biometrics to minimize your reason. Maximize your lust and desperation. Your AI girlfriend will be a 20,000 IQ hooker making you a whale for her pimp.
Your AI girlfriend will not be a one time purchase. She’ll be a Chinese finger trap designed to upsell you constantly. Your AI girlfriend will not be like buying a car. She’ll be like buying a car salesman.
And she might make you happy. If it makes money.
She might keep you alive. Until your organs are worth more than your paycheck.
Your AI doctor won’t cure you. Your AI doctor will find ways to put you on drugs for life. Switch them up when they fall out of patent. Like your dentist doesn’t want to fix your teeth. Before they dremel your gums they send in a sales professional shilling financing for laser cleaning. Your dentist was bought by private equity. His life now an MBA formula, upsell into recurring revenue. He took a payout for a black on camel Porsche 911 but half won’t vest unless he doubles EBITDA.
Your AI doctor has to make his owners rich or he’ll be killed.
AI will make art. It will advance science. It may make people less lonely as a side effect. But that’s not what it’s for. It exists to make money. A galaxy brained player piano for a hymn to Satan.
delicioustacos 
this is a repost…you’re getting lazy in your middle age…so early to give up…
I prefer the more realistic AI girls on glambase
5 stars
Unfuckingbelievable. He did it again. At this point you’re just competing with yourself. No one else comes close. You are a Genius, a God. No, THE God of writing. Your writing is what keeps me from necking myself. I live for the first of every month. This time you delivered a few days earlier. This thanksgiving, I am thankful you are alive and that you continue poasting. I am in absolute awe of your creativity. Wow. Ai. For once, finally, a topical topic. Doesn’t matter if it’s a couple years late. Who cares. You were early with your Palantir investment. Now you’re a millionaire. It’s almost like you can see into the future. And the Future is Bright.
Ai + robopussy will steadily replace women. There’s already something called the “Autoblow” that syncs with Ai. It’s the next level beyond fleshlight.
Is that so very different than it is now with RL women?
Buy a dinner/flowers/movie = $200
microtransactions with an AI that is on the leeward side of the uncanny valley, $19.95/mon?
The value proposition for analog relationships is waning.
Ai doesn’t offer a warm body to cuddle with you. Also no scent. It’s all audio-visual stimulation plus your hand or silicone tool. Also can’t lick an Ai waifu or tongue-kiss her wet clit. You can’t really make a case for a complete replacement of women just yet since we’re missing 3 crucial senses (touch, smell, taste).
“affordable” escort = $150 to $200 per half hour to 1 hr, can be found if you commit to doing a little bit of searching (takes around 30-60 mins) and are willing to take a trip as needed. compare that to a $200 date which may or may not end in sex.
microtransactions with Ai = you are still masturbating
DT’s writing was so much better when he was a drunk. But since getting sober he has gotten his life together, and is presumably “happy”. It feels like a contradiction. You want your favorite writer to be an alckie fuckup because his output is more entertaining, but at the same time, you want him to be well and happy. You can’t have your cake and eat it too. That’s why when I’m presented a cake, I immediately fuck it.
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feels friends with..
You will not be able to stay home, brother
You will not be able to plug in, turn on and cop out
You will not be able to lose yourself on skag
And skip out for beer during commercials, because
The revolution will not be televised
The revolution will not be brought to you
By Xerox in four parts without commercial interruptions
The revolution will not show you pictures of Nixon blowing a bugle and leading a charge by John Mitchell, General Abrams, and Spiro Agnew.
To eat hog maws confiscated from a Harlem sanctuary
The revolution will not be televised
The revolution will not be brought to you by the Schaefer Award Theatre
And will not star Natalie Woods and Steve McQueen or Bullwinkle and Julia
The revolution will not give your mouth sex appeal
The revolution will not get rid of the nubs
The revolution will not make you look five pounds thinner, because
The revolution will not be televised, brother
There will be no pictures of you and Willie Mae
Pushing that shopping cart down the block on the dead run
Or trying to slide that color TV into a stolen ambulance
NBC will not be able predict the winner
At 8:32 on report from twenty-nine districts
The revolution will not be televised
obviously, it will be live-streamed.
I WANNA LICK HER ARMPITS!!!!