I mean it appears that we are his AI. Which is worrying! But not so much on a global scale!You're actively making the world a worse place with your throwaway use of AI, please stop.
That's kind of an interesting idea. I wonder if it could go anywhere? Make it a video feed, and an improv troupe tries to create the user's request. Anyone can view ongoing "AI" results. It would be chaotic, and probably pretty shitty most of the time, but there'd be occasional pure gold. Might be enough to keep an audience.Actually I might set up an AI company. It'll just be a bunch of stoners in a comfy room answering requests in the best way they can. Functionally pretty useless but fun, so that's one up on traditional consumer AI.
And I bet they'd do pretty well with the OPs request!
Hey, it can be a charity for wayward stoners! They can give inaccurate answers to pointless questions in exchange for weed and burritos.I mean it appears that we are his AI. Which is worrying! But not so much on a global scale!
Actually I might set up an AI company. It'll just be a bunch of stoners in a comfy room answering requests in the best way they can. Functionally pretty useless but fun, so that's one up on traditional consumer AI.
And I bet they'd do pretty well with the OPs request!
Good song for a 21st Century Digital Boy like OP.How about a punk song about falling in love with your computer?
Arguably the worst song BR ever made. Haha
This is quite disturbing....It looks like the free version isn't as good as the premium version.
Death metal font always makes me feel itchy for some reason!
Hit me with the lyrics!
A country song about integrated circuits.
Silicon Blues
Verse 1
I wake up at dawn, coffee black as the night,
Staring at my screen, got another bug to fight.
Transistors actin' funny, timing's all outta whack,
Process variations got me pullin' my hair back.
Deadlines comin' faster than a freight train roll,
Moore's Law whisperin', "Boy, you're losin' control."
Chorus
Oh, these silicon blues, they're wearin' me down,
Designin' these chips in this high-tech town.
From the bunny suit sweatin' in the cleanroom glow,
To the fab line hummin', but the yields runnin' low.
One tiny particle can ruin the whole damn run,
Long nights and burnout, but we ain't done.
Singin' these silicon blues till the tapeout's through.
Verse 2
Suit up in the locker, that cleanroom gown so tight,
No dust, no breathin' wrong, gotta keep it sterile right.
Chemicals and lasers, etchin' layers thin as air,
One static spark and poof—your wafer's nightmare.
Shift work twelve hours, yellow lights burnin' bright,
Dreamin' of fresh air on a Friday night.
Verse 3
Down in the EUV bay, it's a whole different beast,
Thirteen-point-five nanometers, light from plasma unleashed.
Mirrors polished perfect, not a flaw in the stack,
Vacuum so deep you can't hear your own heart attack.
One hydrogen leak or a pellicle tear,
And a million-dollar source goes up in despair.
Stochastic defects sneakin' in like thieves in the night,
Chasin' seven-nanometer dreams in that cold purple light.
Chorus
Oh, these silicon blues, they're wearin' me down,
Workin' the fab floor in this semiconductor town.
Power leaks and signal noise, verification hell,
Tapeout fails comin' like a death knell.
Boss man's pushin' harder for the next big node,
But my heart's gettin' heavy from this overload.
Singin' these silicon blues, prayin' for first silicon true.
Bridge
We chase that dream of billions of gates in a grain of sand,
But the pressure builds up like a dam 'bout to break, man.
Family's waitin' at home, but I'm debuggin' till dawn,
Wonderin' if this life's worth the war we've drawn.
Verse 4
When that chip comes back and it powers up fine,
Lights up like a harvest moon, feels like stars align.
Pour a cold one with the team, toast the win we earned,
But tomorrow's another node, lessons learned.
It's a hard row to hoe in this nano world,
But we're buildin' the future, one die unfurled.
Final Chorus
Yeah, these silicon blues, they come and they go,
In the heart of the valley where the circuits grow.
From the design desk struggles to the fab's endless fight,
We keep pushin' forward into the night.
One day we'll look back on these troubled times,
And smile at the chips that changed our lives.
Till then, I'll keep singin' these silicon blues. (Fade out with a steel guitar riff mimicking a simulation waveform)
This music is horrible. John Philips Sousa Vide would like a word with you all.
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Sammy Sosa Vide hits him out of the park!FIGHT ME BRO
