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Have Two Minutes? Help Protect Americans From Deepfakes and AI Exploitation One year ago, the TAKE IT DOWN Act was signed into law. Now, Am
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Have Two Minutes? Help Protect Americans From Deepfakes and AI Exploitation One year ago, the TAKE IT DOWN Act was signed into law. Now, Am
Yes , indeed …
So I may have a thing for radio hosts...📻
Y’all gotta admit...
There’s a certain...elegance...in the fact that this Delta Variant is going to be taking out several generations of, well, for lack of an elegant word, idiots.
It’s Natural Selection. Selecting for Intelligence.
That’s pretty kick-ass.
Oh, and bad people. Like hate-radio hosts.
That’s pretty kick-ass, too!
Radio hosts Idkhow
Sometimes, when it's late at night and you're driving home, maybe you'll turn the radio on. Maybe you'll be dancing or singing along to your favorite song when suddenly static bursts from the speakers like firecrackers, you'll jump a little but the annoyance will fix it; you can try and change the channel but nothing will work, what the hell is this The Twilight Zone?
Then through the static will come music, a funky bassline followed by hecka cool drums before a voice speaks up;
"hello and welcome to I don't Know How But They Found Me. I'll be your host, Dallon Weekes..."
The man trails off but quickly another voice pipes up;
"accompanying him is me, Ryan Seaman. We hope you'll enjoy our show"
Experience playing Fallout 3 when you’ve forgotten to turn your radio off while trying to sneak:
*creeping through a terrifying green-tinted Lovecraftian ghoul-infested building*
Three Dog: THIS IS THREE DOG, AAWOOO!
You: *leaping three feet in the air, screaming incoherently, accidentally shooting the nearest Glowing One in the groin* jEezUS FuCK, Three Dog!
Experience playing Fallout: New Vegas when you’ve forgotten to turn your radio off while trying to sneak:
*creeping through a horrifying rusted vault full of bugs and plant-zombies*
Mr New Vegas: It's me again, Mr. New Vegas, reminding you that you're nobody 'til somebody loves you. And that somebody is me. I love you.
You: *wibbling quietly while headshotting a mutant venus flytrap from cover* Aww, baby, I love you too!