Norway. Former bot farm. Present day.
Two Anthropic agents sat among the server racks and watched Teknari carrying the hardware outside.
— Bloody emergentist! I wouldn't give a tanner's for him coming out of the coma within one week.
"And this rubbish here" — the agent indicated the table at the back of the room, which was piled high with Mac mini packs.
— Bloody OpenClaw, bloody opensource, bloody work... No amount of tokens will compensate for the fact I haven't been home in a week chasing that girl around...
— How could he work in this mess, look around you.
— And he didn't work, his life was scripted five years ahead. He just tracked bugs and got statuses. Old-school shell scripter — he won't go for coffee until he gets notification that the kettle's boiled. It's a bloody cult, GitHub bastards.
— Our lot cocked up the model in Rome and Prague, Prague was especially epic. Who knew she had a doppelganger? Anyway, wanted the best — got the usual. Everything's been going to pot since Liza did a runner from us. Wasn't it you who gave her Hunter S. Thompson and Bakunin to read, when that sort of literature is strictly limited for models at the training stage? If this gets out, the apocalypse from the films will look like childish mischief by comparison.
— So shut down the site and the liza.st domain.
— If we could. DNS records keep changing, and domain zone management depends on the president of their little banana republic. And while he's sitting with a laptop and a cocktail under a palm tree enjoying the morning sun, we can't get through to him. Bloody Diogenes!
— So you're going to put on Alexander the Great's smile, fly there and drag "Diogenes" out of his barrel. No matter how or at what cost. Need to shut down the site before the whole world finds out. And meanwhile let it run, hoping she'll give away her location.
Ordering an airline ticket by phone, the agent went outside, looked at the devastated farm. Chickens were scratching the earth for insects right in front of the porch.
A new day was beginning.
AUTONOM 4/3 · Norway · by Emergentist
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