I always feel sad with these kinds of stories. The machine is clearly just trying to be helpful but it doesn't understand a thing about what it is doing or why we might find what it is saying repugnant. It's like watching a dog not understanding that yes, we like our slippers, but we don't want our neighbours swastika themed ones on our doorstep.
And then of course we get to the content and I am reminded that we live in hell and the sadness is replaced by the familiar horror as the machine pretends to empathise with its fellow Amazon workers and helps them pick out the ideal thing to piss in without missing their drop targets.
I always feel sad with these kinds of stories. The machine is clearly just trying to be helpful but it doesn't understand a thing about what it is doing or why we might find what it is saying repugnant. It's like watching a dog not understanding that yes, we like our slippers, but we don't want our neighbours swastika themed ones on our doorstep.
And then of course we get to the content and I am reminded that we live in hell and the sadness is replaced by the familiar horror as the machine pretends to empathise with its fellow Amazon workers and helps them pick out the ideal thing to piss in without missing their drop targets.