You could order your groceries yourself. Or you could engage in an excruciating Rube Goldberg machine of a conversation by micromanaging an AI agent to describe what food you need from the supermarket — just so it can mess up your order anyway. What, not excited for this billionaire-ordained future, you Ludditical lunk? Why is that? Is it because you’re too busy laughing at this AI meat proxy who admitted, of his own free will, that “an LLM hallucination resulted in 72 eggs being delivered to my house”? Because that’s…
