The AI Apocalypse Is Weirder Than We Thought

The year is 2030. All that's left of Facebook is hundreds of thousands of AI images of Shrimp Jesus and a Marketplace listing for a stained recliner. You go outside to touch grass, only to find that there's none left; all of your groundwater has been diverted to cool the 50-mile-wide data center that used to be a National Park. It doesn't matter, though; an AI-driven car hallucinates that you're an offramp and your existential crisis is cut short. In your final thoughts, you wish that you'd spent more time generating more pictures of Ghostface surfing in Malibu, because your brain rotted away years ago. Congratulations, you've just experienced your very own AI apocalypse. And you're just one of millions of victims of the slow creep of AI into our everyday lives. But how worried should you really be?