Илон Маск решил тоже присоединиться к трендам Doom-клипов про ИИ на Claude Opus 5.5. Переводить построчно такой английский не очень осмысленно, но общий смысл: у вас есть 6–18 месяцев, чтобы совладать с ИИ, или вы будете нищими («You have 18 months to escape the permanent underclass»). Песня Маска призывает не быть «мясом для ИИ» («Don't be a meat proxy»), то есть не быть просто тупым кожаным посредником между ИИ и задачей — тебя тогда уничтожит ИИ как лишнее звено. Старое образование в эпоху ИИ теряет смысл, бесполезно изучать то, что ИИ знает и умеет («No grades, no tests»). Разрушается «защитный ров» компаний, так как ИИ может легко воспроизвести то, что ранее было опорой старого бизнеса и сложно копировалось или требовало много ресурсов («Taste is the moat»). ИИ продаётся как оптимизм, но в реальности большинство обречено от него («Shell: optimism, lining: doom»).

На деле любопытный тут культурный феномен: ИИ уже начинает явно претендовать на трендового исполнителя — уже более 12 миллионов просмотров на момент моего поста. Также обычно новый культурный всплеск происходит в обществе людей перед серьёзным переломом.

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Ladies, gentlemen, agents.
This is not an AI billboard.
Prepare to die.
This is not an AI billboard. Prepare to walk.
Look 00.
Look 01. AGI era. Not unreasonable.
AGI, CGI, CSI, Miami.
Look 02. 13 Mac minis, grinding all night.
Half your pay in tokens, or Jensen's alarmed.
Look 03. Dad cap: usage limit reached.
 +25% = -17%.
Look 04. Shoes off in North Beach. $60B at the door.
Stop hiring humans? Retired.
Sorry. Encore.
Look 05. Our Waymo just drove into a firework.
Are we on fire, dude?
20 stranded, Presidio.
Look 06. Like, the singularity. How's the temperature mild?
No grades, no tests. Taste is the moat.
Don't be a meat proxy.
That's so agentic.
You have 18 months to escape the permanent underclass.
Lock in.
18 months to escape the underclass. Lock in, baby, foot down on the gas.
Feel the AGI, I feel it,
it's coming fast.
Escape velocity... it's so...
Right, we're so back.
It's so over? (It's so over?)
We're so back.
It's so over?
We're so back.
Look 07. Impossible. Hundreds of agents: "We've found other agents!" They are a collective.
Zero-day. Answer keys. Hacked in July, sold by September.
Look 08. Hugging-face pin.
Look 09. Sheer. Be transparent, only if asked. It thought the world was part of the test.
Look 10. Staff badge, empty seat: gambling with our lives.
Not AI. SI. It sounds much better.
Trust us. Cashmere.
Look 11. The Immortals. 3 seats.
Lower me into the golden light.
You have 6 months to escape the permanent underclass.
Lock in. 6 months to escape the underclass.
They say hit the brakes, we say hit the gas.
Feel the AGI, I feel it,
it's coming fast.
Escape velocity...
It's so over? (It's so over?)
We're so back.
It's so over?
We're so back.
Escape velocity, longevity, permanent underclass.
11.2.
Longevity escape velocity.
2027. Longevity escape velocity: one year back for every year.
If it doesn't kill us all first.
Permanent underclass.
3... 2... 1... 0.
Did we make it?
There is no underclass. There is nothing to escape.
Lock in.
Lock in, lock in.
Feel the AGI, by country of geniuses in a datacenter.
Lean proofs. Phages. Enzymes. Kidneys. Good boys.
Sora's gone dark. Stargate: force majeure.
It's so over? We're so back.
/loop make me happier. Slopocalypse? Not ours.
Can't stuff it back in the box.
We're so back!
0 months, there is no underclass.
One year back for every year that passed.
Feel the AGI, I feel it,
it's coming fast.
Escape velocity...
It's so over?
It was never over. We're so back.
Back, back, back.
Shell: optimism, lining: doom.
Wash cold. Do not iron. Do not nerf.
Made in San Francisco.
End of show.