Charlie Stross
@cstross
SFF author, triple Hugo award winner (and three times Locus award too), over a million books sold. Mostly on Mastodon: @cstross@wandering.shop Blog:
My answer is LOL ROFL (dickbrain) The terminally AI-pilled can't even *imagine* some people have *never* asked stochastic parrots to cheat at their job for them.
It's 28 ℃ and THE DAYSTAR IT BURNS here in Nuremberg, so there's really only one thing to do:
In case you missed it, the England fans at the world cup are enthusiastically chanting: "He's fat, with piles He's in the Epstein files Trump the Cuunt Trump the Cuuuuuntt!!!" I want to know how the pearl-clutching republican senators are going to handle it if they win.
Welp, it's been nice having these computers but it's time to get back in the sea now. (See alt text for deeply alarming abstract of paper about AI-assisted self-modifying network worms …) https://arxiv.org/html/2606.03811v1
Okay, so there's this mess, most of which is the result of 25 years of me writing. (Only a third of the bottom right shelf is me, the RPG game books are third party merch, and there are multiple editions and some translations: but it's my career in one photo.)
Damn but this sequel to the Apollo Mission Reports is deeply disappointing:
Welp, here's @aliettedebodard.com being eaten by K1's octopus (while knitting):
Taps sign: HERE is my only use for LLMs in my fiction. (Text in alt text. This is part of the novel, that's the joke.)
I feel that Tom Tomorrow absolutely nailed it last Friday: i0.wp.com/www.austinch... (Source: www.austinchronicle.com/comics/this-...)
Today's eldritch coffee is The Great Race of Yith (from Lovecraft's "The Shadow out of Time"):
Sigh. The muse is hard at work. Here's the opening of the new chew toy (space opera sequel to the one I just delivered: only writing the opening for now):
Having a writers coffee sesh and our coffee artist is knocking it out of the ball park (this was a request for Cthulhu):
"Friends" is a beloved American sitcom that aired from 1994 to 2004, following six young adults—Rachel, Ross, Monica, Chandler, Joey, and Phoebe—living in New York City. The show explores their friendships, romances, careers, and personal growth over ten seasons.
Ahem: you called for monkey's paws? Because we have the next generation:
Laundry Files TRRPG Specials for the Kickstarter backers who've been waiting are now signed (and awaiting despatch from Limerick) — adding alt text makes this bsky client crash reliably, so the pic is a photo of an office boardroom table stacked five layers deep in slipcased RPG rule books.
I have ONE use for AI in my current novels-in-progress. This "Translator's Note" (text in alt-text) is itself part of the work of fiction:
Memo to self: do not get into a slapfight with Menhit, she will get excited and the claws will come out:
ONE DAY until "The Regicide Report" drops! How did Bob's new ringtone get him sent to deal with a Dalek invasion in a Birmingham comic shop? Which civil service department is trying to murder the Queen? … And is Mo going to play one final encore on the Bone Violin? Coming out January 27th!
Sigh. Because you asked, here's a piece of my WIP, which is a space opera featuring dragons (briefly):