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Hey all you blackspotters out there,

Here’s the idea that scared the shit out of us in our brainstorms last week:

Social media made addicts of three generations. Now AI may turn us into zombies.

The more powerful these LLMs become, the more tempting it is to hand over your life to them. Bit by bit, you give away the very essence of what it means to be an empowered human being. Then one day you’ll have outsourced so much of yourself that you can’t even remember who you are.

Just a sad sack of zombie slop.

The secret to surviving this AI psychopalyse is to learn when NOT to use it . . . and never, ever, let it suck your soul.

Maybe we should look back at one of the green movement’s big wins: The Precautionary Principle.

Whenever a new technology raises a dangerous threat, it is up to the creator to prevent that damage.

Think of it as doomsday insurance.

Environmentalists pushed this idea until it became a part of global environmental law. If we mental environmentalists had done something similar 20 years ago, we could’ve nipped social media addiction in the bud.

It’s not too late to get it right with AI.

If the mindlords want to gamble with the fate of the human race, let’s demand they put some chips on the table.

You want to move fast and break things? Fine. Drop 1-trillion dollars in a DOOMSDAY INSURANCE INVESTMENT FUND. You break it, you buy it.

What d’you think?

The symbol of a new world

Let’s fly this flag while we still can.

The symbol of a new world to come.

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That’s it for this week.

- Team AB.

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World Cup 2026: The Beautiful Game as Compliance Ritual

Do not call it sport.
Call it a mood stabilizer for empire.
Eleven men run. A billion eyes obey.
The screen glows. The flag waves. The sponsor smiles.

Trump gets his photo op. FIFA gets its cut. The platforms get the data. The beer companies get the chant. The banks get the logo. The tech firms get the stream. The billionaire class gets the one thing it always needs:

Your attention.
You know this.
You know the spectacle is poisoned.
You know the stadium is a billboard.
You know the match is a laundering machine.
You know the whole thing turns joy into obedience.

And still, when the whistle blows, you reach for the remote. That is the politics of our age:
“I know, but.”
I know, but I love the game.
I know, but I need a break.
I know, but everyone is watching.
I know, but one person won’t matter.
“I know, but” is the anthem of the defeated consumer.
Not the oppressed.
The comfortable.

The comfortable radical.
The streaming anti-fascist.
The Prime-shipping anti-capitalist.
The algorithm-fed revolutionary.
The person who wants a new world, as long as it loads in HD.

The machine does not need you to believe in it. It only needs you to watch.

Cody Dalton is a PhD student in history at Virginia Tech.

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