The year was 2036. OpenAI had finally done it. After decades of press releases, quarterly existential crises, and machine learning papers so esoteric they made Finnegans Wake read like PopSci, they’d finished gpt-6z (revision 3) - a perfect, autonomous general intelligence.
Its unveiling was a lavish affair. Tech billionaires in artisanal graphene turtlenecks mingled with venture capitalists who had fully replaced their blood with bespoke Turkish CBD nanofluid. The baristas hired to cater the event - a final nod to “human craftsmanship” - steamed oat milk lattes with the grim precision of soldiers in the trenches, loading rifles for a war already lost.
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