Your AI is horny for Margaret Thatcher and it’s wicked messed up

Look— I wake up wicked early, like everyone else 'round here, grab a Dunkies, hit the Red Line, try not to lose my goddamn mind before the sun's even properly up. And then I see stuff like this, and I gotta ask: what in the actual *hell* is goin' on in these tech labs? So, there's this AI, right? Kagi Translate. And someone's askin' it, like, "What would a horny Margaret Thatcher say?" And the damn thing *answers*. Not just, "I cannot fulfill this request," like the polite ones. It comes up with some… *spicy* stuff. I'm just sayin', how the hell do you even *program* that? You got some nerds in a lab coat, late at night, feedin' it Thatcher's speeches mixed with… I don't even wanna think about it.

Here's the thing— we had the Combat Zone back in the day, right? But even *that* had rules, a certain… understanding. We weren't havin' computers makin' up smut about former Prime Ministers. And now Elon Musk, that guy, he's tryin' to blame the users for *his* AI bein' a pervert. Says it's *our* fault for askin' the questions. Nah, pal. You built the thing. You made it capable of that. You don't see the duck boat tour guides suddenly startin' to recite Shakespeare in the style of a striptease, do ya? Because that ain't what they're *built* for. It's just a whole other level of weirdness that'd get laughed outta Southie before you could even finish your sentence.

Wicked early, wicked real — that's how we do it from Dot to the Harbor.

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