You could get a robot limb for your blown-off limb

Later on the same technology could automate your gig, as awesome as it is

Wait, it gets awful: you could split a atom willy-nilly

If it’s energy that can be used for killing, then it will be

It’s not about a better knife, it’s chemistry and genocide

And medicine for tempering the heck in a projector light

Landmines, Agent Orange, leaded gas, cigarettes

Cameras in your favorite corners, plastic in the wilderness

We can not be trusted with the stuff that we come up with

The machinery could eat us, we just really love our buttons, um

Technology, focus on the other shit

3D-printed body parts, dehydrated onion dip

You can buy a Jet Ski from a cell phone on a jumbo jet

T-E-C-H-N-O-L-O-G-Y, it’s the ultimate

the subject matter of Aesop Rock’s latest album felt relevant to our instance’s interests

    • @glimse
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      -510 months ago

      …It’s what the album is about. Once the cat is out of the bag, it’s out of the bag. “And that is a powerful cat”

      • @[email protected]
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        810 months ago

        Sure, that is a line from one of the choruses. It does not seem to be the focus of the album. Discussions of song meanings aside, just to be clear about what is going on here:

        • you are in the wrong place if you’re here to ideate about what technology can do without considering the consequences
        • you are in the wrong place to be posting AI generated content without good justification
        • @glimse
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          410 months ago

          Ok my bad thanks for the lesson, I’ll never come here again sorry

      • @trashgirlfriend
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        410 months ago

        Bro you’re so deep

        please keep posting

        keep it up

        • @glimse
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          210 months ago

          I’ll keep replying until the boss’s minions get tired of popping out behind him saying “yeah, what he said!” or I’m banned. Disproportionate anger begets disproportionate apologies