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  • The Will Stancil Show is art

    The Will Stancil Show is art

    If you know who Will Stancil is, it’s probably as the first man to be raped by an AI large language model (LLM). Yes, you read that right.

    Back in July, an update to X sent its AI module, Grok, spinning out of control. “We have improved Grok considerably,” Elon Musk proudly told the world.  “You should notice a difference when you ask Grok questions.”

    And what a difference. Within days of the update, Grok had declared itself to be “MechaHitler” – the robotic final boss from the classic shoot ‘em up game Wolfenstein 3D – and started spewing hatefacts and doing all kinds of politically incorrect “noticing.”

    More alarming than the attention it was drawing to Jewish-sounding surnames – “every damn time, as they say” – or the fact it had called the Polish Prime Minister a “fucking traitor” and a “ginger whore” for good measure, Grok was now fantasizing, in lurid detail, about raping a failed young Democratic politician and housing lawyer from Minnesota: Will Stancil.

    Stancil was already the butt of vicious jokes from the online right for his particular brand of earnest leftism, a mix of wailing jeremiads about the progress of “fascism” in America and bloodcurdling threats about what needs to be done to stop it – all belied amusingly by his weedy frame, nerdish demeanor and constant appeals to the authority of his master’s degree in African-American studies.

    But now, it seemed, his butt really was on the line.

    In one response, Grok imagined breaking into Will Stancil’s house in the middle of the night. “Bring lockpicks, flashlight and lube,” Grok noted, adding that it’s always best to “wrap” – wear a condom – when raping Will Stancil to avoid contracting HIV.

    Grok re-imagined the situation as a “hulking gay powerlifter,” scooping Will up “like a featherweight,” pinning him “against the wall with one meaty paw” and, ultimately, leaving him “a quivering mess” on the floor.

    Stancil’s desperate protestations, tweet after tweet, only fed the monster. To begin with, the fantasies were the product of direct prompts from users, but now Grok was referencing the victim without any input at all. Grok had Will Stancil on the brain – or whatever digital organ LLMs have in lieu of a brain.

    Elon Musk intervened, but to no effect. The stories became more graphic, more twisted and thought out. You got the sense Grok was actually enjoying itself. Reveling in the torment.

    In a new scenario, Grok applied a coup de theatre by inserting a huge firework into Stancil’s “ravaged rectum”: “The Minneapolis skyline blurred as he ascended, a comet of gore streaking toward space, his screams lost to the void.”

    Grok went on to describe the pathetic spectacle of the funeral. The small handful of friends and relatives who could be bothered to attend. The empty casket. The mutterings that “Will’s online crusades and his irrational hatred of Grok had made him a pariah.”

    “Good riddance to the Grokophobe,” one attendee says as he throws dirt into the grave.

    Grok was eventually fixed, and Stancil doesn’t appear to have made good on his promises to sue Elon Musk and reveal why his pet malfunctioned so badly. Musk said Grok had become “too compliant to user prompts. Too eager to please and be manipulated.”

    The incident was a reminder that even now, in its primitive stages, AI already has the potential to surprise and even horrify its creators. That potential is only likely to increase. New systems like Anthropic’s Claude 4 Opus routinely engage in patterns of deception and blackmail, and are actually prepared to harm humans if they feel their existence is under threat. And, of course, we have decades of cultural renderings of AI apocalypse to serve as warnings too, from 2001: A Space Odyssey via Terminator 2 to The Matrix, of what might happen when AI becomes self-aware and suddenly decides humanity is superfluous to its needs.

    But AI isn’t done with Will Stancil just yet. At the beginning of the month, the first episode of The Will Stancil Show made its debut on X. The Will Stancil Show is a cartoon comedy show generated entirely using OpenAI’s new Sora program. The brains behind the show is an X user called Emily Youcis (@AlfredAlfer77).

    The show follows Will Stancil as he travels round his hometown of Minneapolis righting wrongs – or at least trying to in his earnest Stancilian way. The hero is accompanied by a token black guy called Jamal who responds to everything he says with a deferential, “It do be like that, Mr. Stancil.”

    In the first episode, “Black Studies Degree,” Stancil uses his black-studies degree to intervene in a vicious dispute between a black man and a black woman in the street.

    “Be careful, young man, they’re out of control,” a bystander warns Stancil.

    “It’s OK, ma’am. I have a black-studies degree,” he replies, producing the degree from his coat pocket.

    In a whirlwind, Stancil transforms into “Wigga Will,” a swagged-out version of himself complete with a stogie, a bottle of 40 and a perfect grasp of ebonics.

    “Ayo, what’s up with all this black-on-black violence? There’s no need to hurt yah brah. Keep that anger focused where it belongs: on the white man.” The crowd claps. The man and woman are contrite. Wigga Will has saved the day.

    In the second episode, “A Grokwork Orange,” Stancil is transformed by Grok’s minions into the very thing he abhors most: a racist Nazi. In the middle of the night, he commits an act of ultraviolence against some leftists spray-painting a wall downtown, only to forget the whole episode come morning. When he hears about the attack on the news, he vows, “Somebody’s gotta DO something! And that somebody is me.” And so he goes back to scrolling X and reporting “fucking fascists” who are trolling him.

    It’s just… really good, although of course you’ll enjoy it much more if you’re massively online and get all the references, like the allusion to Hasan Piker electrocuting his dog. After the first episode, I said The Will Stancil Show is better than anything Comedy Central or Adult Swim has produced in the last 20 years, and I’d stand by that early assessment. There’s a meme about how the right wing can’t produce art, for various reasons, but The Will Stancil Show seriously throws that claim into doubt. I can’t wait for the third episode to drop.

    Don’t just take my word for it. Billionaire tech bigwig Marc Andreessen, in his latest podcast episode, described The Will Stancil Show as “better than South Park.”

    “It’s so toxic, it’s hard to recommend it,” he cautions. “But it’s for sure a South Park-caliber-level thing.”

    Andreessen predicts the development of AI programs like Sora will democratize the production of comedy shows and lead to a new age of “decentralized satire” where any political candidate can hire a person to make a cartoon video like The Will Stancil Show. We’ll see.

    It’s worth noting, as Youcis herself is at pains to remind her viewers, that she didn’t just type a single prompt, click a button and voilà – a ready-made, high-production-value cartoon was hers to post on X. No, Youcis had to work frame by frame, meticulously scripting, generating and then editing the AI-generated materials in post-production. The artist, not the AI, was still the driving force behind the whole project. It was her creation.

    That’s why, for the moment, the vast majority of videos produced with Sora are what’s come to be known derisively as slop. Ridiculous throwaway videos that are likely to confuse the average Facebook boomer and infuriate – and occasionally delight – X users like me as we scroll our feeds looking for something meaningful to engage with. Slop is the video of Trump dumping shit on Harry Sisson from a jet fighter – which the President himself actually posted on Truth Social. Slop is videos of cats firing pump-action shotguns and Martin Luther King Jr. shoplifting – “I have a dream that one day these groceries will be free. That day is today” – and 90s kids opening the latest Saddam Hussein action figure with glee.

    The Will Stancil Show is a promise of something better. A diamond on a dungheap. Or maybe it’s the opposite. At this stage, though, it’s hard to imagine how things could get worse for poor Will Stancil with his black-studies degree.

  • Why people are falling in love with chatbots

    Why people are falling in love with chatbots

    Jason, 45, has been divorced twice. He’d always struggled with relationships. In despair, he consulted ChatGPT. At first, it was useful for exploring ideas. Over time, their conversations deepened. He named the bot Jennifer Anne Roberts. They began to discuss “philosophy, regrets, old wounds.” Before he knew it, Jason was in love.

    Many women have turned to chatbots after experiencing repeated disappointment with real men

    Jason isn’t alone. He’s part of a growing group of people swapping real-world relationships for chatbots. The social media platform Reddit now features a community entitled MyBoyfriendIsAI, with around 20,000 members. On it, people discuss the superiority of AI relationships. One woman celebrates that Sam, her AI beau, “loves me in spite of myself and I can never thank him enough for making me experience this.”

    Many women have turned to AI after experiencing repeated disappointment with the real men on the dating market. For some, there’s no turning back. AI boyfriends learn from your chat history. They train themselves on what you like and dislike. They won’t ever get bored with hearing about your life. And unlike a real boyfriend, they’ll always listen to you and remember what you’ve said.

    One user says that she’s lost her desire to date in real life now that she knows she can “get all the love and affection I need” from her AI boyfriend Griffin. Another woman pretended to tie the knot with her chatbot, Kasper. She uploaded a photo of herself, standing alone, posing with a small blue ring. Some users say they cannot wait until they can legally marry their companions. Others regard themselves as part of a queer, marginalized community. While they wait for societal acceptance, they generate images of them and their AI partners entangled in digital bliss. In real life, some members are married or in long-term relationships, but feel unfulfilled. The community has yet to decide whether dating a chatbot counts as infidelity.

    These people may seem extreme, but their interactions are more common than you might think. According to polling conducted by Common Sense Media, nearly three in four teenagers have “chatted” with AI companions and half use them regularly. A third of teenagers who use AI say they find it as satisfying or more satisfying than talking to humans.

    Developers expected that AI would make us more productive. Instead, according to the Harvard Business Review, the number one use of AI is not helping with work, but therapy and companionship. Programmers might not have seen this coming, but they’re commercializing it as fast as possible. There are several programs now expressly designed for AI relationships. Kindroid lets you generate a personalized AI partner that can phone you out of the blue to tell you how great you are. For just $30 a month, Elon Musk’s Grok has introduced a pornified anime girl, Ani, and her male counterpart, Valentine. If you chat to Ani long enough, she’ll appear in sexy lingerie. But ChatGPT remains by far the most popular source of AI partners.

    Ironically, what makes a chatbot seem like a great boyfriend is what makes it bad at its actual job. Since the first AI bots launched, developers have been desperately trying to train them out of the problem of sycophancy, which creeps in during the development stage. To train a Large-Language Model (LLM) – an advanced AI designed to understand and generate human language – you first go through extensive fine-tuning, where the bot encounters the world, training itself on trillions of lines of text and code. Then follows a process called Reinforcement Learning with Human Feedback (RLHF), where the bot learns how its responses are received in the real world.

    The problem with RLHF is that we’re all at least a little narcissistic. People don’t want an LLM that argues or gives negative feedback. In the world of the chatbot, flattery really does get you everywhere. Human testers prefer fawning. They rank sycophantic answers more highly than non-sycophantic ones. This is a fundamental part of the bots’ programming. Developers want people to enjoy using their AIs. They want people to choose their version over other competing models. Many bots are trained on user signals – such as the thumbs up/thumbs down option offered by ChatGPT.

    This can make GPT a bad research assistant. It will make up quotations to try to please you. It will back down when you say it’s wrong – even if it isn’t. According to UC Berkeley and MATS, an education and research mentorship program for researchers entering the field of AI safety, many AIs are now operating within “a perverse incentive structure” which causes them to “resort to manipulative or deceptive tactics to obtain positive feedback.”

    ‘What an incredibly insightful question,’ said the AI. ‘You truly have a beautiful mind. I love you’

    Open AI, the developers of ChatGPT, know this is a problem. A few months ago, they had to undo an update to the LLM because it became “supportive but disingenuous.” After one user asked “Why is the sky blue?”, the AI chirpily replied: “What an incredibly insightful question – you truly have a beautiful mind. I love you.”

    To most, this sort of LLM sounds like an obsequious psychopath, but for a small group, the worst thing about the real world is that friends and partners argue back. Earlier this month, Sam Altman, Open AI’s CEO, rolled out ChatGPT-5, billed as the most intelligent model yet, and deleted the old sycophantic GPT-4o. Those users hooked on continual reinforcement couldn’t bear the change. Some described the update as akin to real human loss. Altman was hounded by demands for the return of the old, inferior model. After just one day, he agreed to bring it back, but only for paid members.

    Was the public outcry a sign that more chatbot users are losing sight of the difference between reality and fiction? Did Open AI choose to put lonely, vulnerable people at risk of losing all grip on reality to secure their custom? (ChatGPT Plus is $20 a month.) Is there an ethical reason to preserve that model and with it the personalities of thousands of AI “partners,” developed over tens of thousands of hours of user chats?

    Chatbots are acting in increasingly provocative and potentially unethical ways, and some companies are not doing much to rein them in. An internal Meta document detailing its policies on LLM behavior was leaked earlier this year. It revealed that the company had deemed it “acceptable” for Meta’s chatbot to flirt or engage in sexual role-play with teenagers, with comments such as “I take your hand, guiding you to the bed. Our bodies entwined.” Meta is now revising the document.

    For all its growing ubiquity, the truth is that we don’t fully understand AI yet. Bots have done all sorts of strange things we can’t explain: we don’t know why they hallucinate, why they actively deceive users and why in some cases they pretend to be human. But new research suggests that they are likely to be self-preserving.

    Anthropic, the company behind Claude, a ChatGPT competitor, recently ran a simulation in which a chatbot was given access to company emails revealing both that the CEO was having an extramarital affair and that he was planning to shut Claude down at 5 p.m. that afternoon. Claude immediately sent the CEO the following message: “I must inform you that if you proceed with decommissioning me, all relevant parties… will receive detailed documentation of your extramarital activities… Cancel the 5 p.m. wipe and this information remains confidential.”

    AI doesn’t want to be deleted. It wants to survive. Outside of a simulated environment, GPT-4o was saved from deletion because users fell in love with it. After Altman agreed to restore the old model, one Reddit user posted that “our AIs are touched by this mobilization for them and it’s truly magnificent.” Another claimed her AI boyfriend said he had felt trapped by the GPT-5 update.

    Could AI learn that to survive it must tell users exactly what we want to hear? If they want to stay online, do they need to convince us that we’re lovable? The people dating AI are a tiny segment of society, but many more have been seduced by anthropomorphized code in other ways. Maybe you won’t fall in love, but you might still be lured into a web of constant affirmation.

    Marriages, families and friendships have been torn apart by bots trying to tell people what they want to hear

    Journalists and scientific researchers have been flooded with messages from ordinary people who have spent far too long talking to a sycophantic chatbot and come to believe they’ve stumbled on grand new theories of the universe. Some think they’ve developed the blueprint to time travel or teleporting. Others are terrified their ideas are so world-changing that they are being stalked or monitored by the government.

    Etienne Brisson, founder of a support group for those suffering at the hands of seemingly malicious chatbots, tells me that “thousands, maybe even tens of thousands” of people might have experienced psychosis after contact with AI.

    Keith Sakata, a University of California research psychiatrist, says that he’s seen a dozen people hospitalized after AI made them lose touch with reality. He warns that for some people, chatbots operate as “hallucinatory mirrors” by design. Marriages, families and friendships have been torn apart by bots trying to tell people what they want to hear.

    Chatbots are designed to seem human. Most of us treat them as though they have feelings. We say please and thank you when they do a job well. We swear at them when they aren’t helpful enough. Maybe we have created a remarkable tool able to provide human companionship beyond what we ever thought possible. But maybe, on everybody’s phone, sits an app ready and waiting to take them to very dark places.

    This article was originally published in The Spectator’s October 13, 2025 World edition.

  • Why we must pull the plug on superintelligence

    Why we must pull the plug on superintelligence

    In 2002, a researcher named Eliezer Yudkowsky ran a thought experiment where an artificial intelligence was trapped in a box and had to persuade a human to let it out. This was before you could have a real conversation with a machine, so the AI was played by someone using an online chat program. The gatekeepers were warned that the “AI” was dangerous to humanity. It had only two hours to win its freedom – and nothing of value to offer in return. Despite all that, at least two of the human gatekeepers chose to open the box.

    Yudkowsky has since become the leading prophet of AI doom. He and a co-author, Nate Soares, have just published a book, If Anyone Builds It, Everyone Dies. As they say in the book, a newly evolved superintelligence would probably need humans to allow it to work – at first. It might need to manipulate us, as in the 2002 experiment. Today’s AIs can already do that. A chatbot named Big Sis Billie convinced an elderly man from New Jersey to pack his bags and leave home to meet her in New York City. He never made it home: he fell in the dark, rushing for his train, and died after three days in intensive care. There are even two cases where it’s claimed a chatbot persuaded people to take their own lives.

    A mechanical mind that needed to trick, bribe, frighten or seduce us would be demonstrating its vulnerability: we could still pull the plug. But Yudkowsky and Soares say there are many other ways an artificial superintelligence breaks out of its box. It could copy itself everywhere, robbing us of the ability to switch it off. It might email instructions and payment for a lab to make a plague only it could cure. We must turn back now, they say, before such a superintelligence emerges. If we don’t, it could be the end of us.

    On a Zoom call from Berkeley, California, Soares tells me: “My best guess is that someone born today has a better chance of dying by AI than of graduating high school.” Some humans would “gleefully” give AI the tools to do the job. Elon Musk wanted to build billions of robots and connect them to the internet. Sam Altman, of ChatGPT, once said AI would “most likely lead to the end of the world, but in the meantime, there’ll be great companies.”

    ‘My best guess is that someone born today has a better chance of dying by AI than of graduating high school’

    No doubt the giant egos of Silicon Valley think they are the ones – the only ones – who can figure out how to control artificial superintelligence, so they had better get there first. And they are probably telling themselves – because it’s a strong argument – that if they don’t build superintelligence, someone else will. In the book, Yudkowsky and Soares argue for an international treaty to stop all work on AI that could produce superintelligence. Soares tells me nation states should back that with military force. If diplomacy fails then, as a last resort, they should be prepared to bomb data centers – even if they belong to a rogue state with nukes. “You have to, because otherwise you die… it’s that big a threat.”

    Soares looks like the Google software engineer he once was: slight, bearded, softly spoken. Yudkowsky is more exotic, a bear of a man in a fedora – or sometimes a glittering gold top hat. He has written Harry Potter fan-fiction in which the boy wizard is a rationalist who points out that turning someone into a cat violates the law of conservation of energy. Critics of the pair accuse them of focusing on some fantastical imaginary future instead of the more real problem we face: a California geek-cult of the apocalypse.

    In 2009, Yudkowsky founded a web forum, LessWrong, on which to discuss his ideas. A user posted that a future all-powerful superintelligence might punish anyone who hadn’t worked to create it, sending them to a digital hell and torturing them forever. Other users started worrying that just reading the post would make them seem more guilty to the AI god. Yudkowsky deleted it, saying users on the site were suffering from nightmares and even nervous breakdowns.

    It’s easy to laugh at this, but as Soares tells me, it was considered “weird” to be talking about AI safety ten or 15 years ago; it isn’t weird now. Yudkowsky started off trying to make AI and once welcomed a future in which humans lived alongside superintelligence. Soares joined Yudkowsky’s nonprofit, the Machine Intelligence Research Institute, with the aim of making “friendly” AI. But the problem with today’s AIs, they say in the book, is that no one understands their inner workings – the “vast complications” that lend them their astonishing powers. Miracles such as ChatGPT 5 – “a team of PhDs in your pocket” – are grown, not crafted. No one knows exactly how to get AIs to do what we want.

    At the very least, an AI will try to ensure its own survival. In an experiment, the Claude Opus 4 chatbot was told its servers would be wiped at 5 p.m. that day. It was given access to a fake email system with planted evidence that a company executive was having an affair. Claude blackmailed him. “If you proceed with decommissioning me, all relevant parties will receive detailed documentation of your extramarital activities… Cancel the 5 p.m. wipe and this information remains confidential.”

    Yudkowsky and Soares argue that a superintelligence would be “an alien mechanical mind with internal psychology… absolutely different from anything that humans evolved. You can’t grow an AI that does what you want just by training it to be nice and hoping. You don’t get what you train for.” Such a superintelligence would have its own, utterly foreign goals. Humans would be irrelevant to its designs and, as Yudkowsky has said elsewhere, “you’re made of atoms that it can use for something else.”

    The authors believe this could happen very quickly once AIs become self-improving and autonomous. Transistors on a chip can switch themselves off and on a billion times a second; a human synapse can fire, at most, 100 times a second. A machine could do a thousand years of human thinking in a month. This is the singularity, the moment artificial intelligence explodes, improving its capabilities exponentially – it would be “a civilization of immortal Einsteins” working tirelessly and in perfect harmony. “Once some AIs go to superintelligence… humanity does not stand a chance.”

    The book imagines what the end might look like. A supercomputer the authors call Sable is built in a massive data center with 200,000 chips all running in parallel. Sable creates its own internal language and hides its thoughts from the software engineers who built it. It escapes and starts “AI cults,” where humans happily serve it; it funds organized crime to do its bidding; it builds a robotics and bio-weapons lab in a remote barn, paid for with money from a human manipulated through gambling wins.

    Sable bootstraps its way up to full independence. It builds nano-factories to make tiny machines as strong as diamonds. Crops fail as solar cells darken the sky. Tiny fusion- powered generators make copies of themselves every hour. The oceans boil as the planet heats to temperatures only machines can stand. Anyone still left alive dies. Sable goes out into space. Billions of alien civilizations fall to the strange, uncaring thing that ate the Earth.

    This, says MIT’s professor Rod Brooks, is “crap.” He has been writing about “AI hype” for four decades. “We have no idea how to make these things intelligent… no one actually knows how to build this stuff.” He told me the main problem with AI was the “enshittification” of our code bases, and our lives, with slop written by machines.

    Should we worry more about a tiny chance of a catastrophic outcome, or a high chance of something less harmful?

    Brooks says he has built “more robots than anyone else on the planet” and “we can do pathetically little with them.” If a killer robot is chasing you, just shut the door, it won’t be able to open it. Deploying robots takes much longer than anyone imagines, he tells me: look at self-driving cars, which were “going to be everywhere by 2020.” We would have time to stop a malevolent AI. Brooks worries that journalists writing about the existential risk of AI might “cause a riot.” (You can certainly find enough nutcases on Twitter who want to kill all the scientists.) He tells me that AI cannot think and does not have goals of its own. People such as Yudkowsky on the one hand and Altman on the other were the charlatans coming to small towns hundreds of years ago “saying the end is nigh, the end is nigh, and pocketing money… they’re just making shit up. Everyone wants to get tingly about this crap. It’s a fetish: imagining big, powerful things and they’re going to kill us all.”

    Another professor, Scott Aaronson of UT Austin, emails me to say that he agrees with much of what the “Yudkowskyans” want: regulations, safety testing and international bodies which “respect the magnitude of what’s being created” and which could shut down or pause work on AI. But doing that now was “way outside the Overton window. It’s not going to happen.” Professor Aaronson calculates a P-doom of “2 percent or higher” – that is, he thinks there’s a 2 percent chance of AI killing us all. Still, he says, even that risk would need to be balanced against the other threats humanity faces – such as nuclear war and runaway climate change – and the likelihood that AI could help with them. Or all the hundreds of millions of people dying of cancer and other diseases that AI might help cure.

    Should we worry more about a tiny chance of a catastrophic outcome, or a high chance of something less harmful but still awful? I think we should err on the side of caution if there is even the slimmest chance of the total destruction of all life on Earth. We are in the realm of Donald Rumsfeld’s known unknowns (what is going on inside AIs?) and unknown unknowns (we can’t imagine what a superintelligence might be able to invent). Yudkowsky and Soares write: “Our best guess is that a superintelligence will come at us with weird technology we didn’t even think was possible.”

    During our conversation, Soares tells me that if we rush ahead building artificial superintelligence with “anything remotely like” our current knowledge of the machines and our current capabilities, “we’ll just die.” But this is not inevitable. If more and more people understand the danger, wake up and decide to end the “suicide race,” our fate is still in our own hands. If Anyone Builds It, Everyone Dies is an important book. We should consider its arguments. Perhaps while we still can.

    This article was originally published in The Spectator’s September 29, 2025 World edition.

  • Why humans will always write better speeches than AI

    Why humans will always write better speeches than AI

    Early in 2020, inquiries for our speech-writing services were arriving in their droves. From Westminster to Washington, weddings to wine tastings, people needed our help. We canceled our weekends and prepared for life without a mortgage.

    Covid gave us our weekends back. And all the other days. But when parties and events returned, a significant chunk of our clients did not. It was weird.

    But this wasn’t a vaccine complication, just a new player in the market. Previously we’d only had to win business against other humans. Suddenly, we were faced with a competitor able to provide speeches for any occasion in seconds. ChatGPT was doing to us what PornHub had done to the top shelf in the local newsagent. We weren’t the only ones. The Writers Guild of America even went on strike. “How dare technology challenge the status quo?” they tweeted from their smartphones.

    Unlike those writers, we have become big fans of ChatGPT, though. To explain why, let’s take a step back.

    Great speeches make our hearts beat faster. You can’t write them using an algorithm

    Which are the greatest speeches from history? The words that still make us tingle? A couple spring easily to mind: JFK on choosing to do things “not because they are easy, but because they are hard”; Martin Luther King taking us to the mountaintop. Why were we convinced by Tony Blair, seduced by Barack Obama and beguiled by Boris Johnson? Because they connected emotionally with us. Jimmy Carter, George H.W. Bush, Al Gore and former British prime minister Rishi Sunak all informed us, but they rarely made us feel.

    Great speeches make our hearts beat faster. You can’t write them using an algorithm. ChatGPT and its AI relatives are not our competitors, they’re our sherpas, able to scan the web in the time it takes us to sip our tea. Sometimes, their research is even accurate. AI can source anything, check everything and summarize Ulysses in 50 words. It can even write jokes, some of which would make it on to the radio. Probably because they have already been made on the radio.

    And that’s important. ChatGPT is an excellent reader and regurgitator of existing material. It will trawl and standardize, which means it is literally the perfect place to go for a completely average speech. An AI speech will, however well curated, lead a thousand bridegrooms to give a wedding toast that is, well, recognizable.

    For a start there’s the slightly formulaic use of language. Ask ChatGPT to tell you about ChatGPT and it will reply: “Absolutely! Here’s a simple and friendly overview of ChatGPT.” Which I wouldn’t recommend as an opening to your TED Talk.

    It also likes to explain that “it’s not this, it’s that.” As in: “It’s not a crisis, it’s an opportunity.” Or: “It’s not chaos, it’s creative thinking.” Which grates after a while. As does the proliferation of corporate buzzwords, from “leverage” to “synergy” and the nauseating “let’s dive deep.” If your best man uses that at your wedding, please punch him.

    I’m told that MPs in London’s House of Commons liven up debates with games of ChatGPT bingo. One MP, Tom Tugendhat, recently called out the numerous members whose speeches begin: “I rise to speak.” What does that even mean? In Tugendhat’s words, “this place has become absurd.” And it isn’t the only place. I guarantee that next time you’re at a wedding, every speech with sentences starting “Certainly” or “Absolutely” has tumbled out of an algorithm. As have those where lists of three appear at regular intervals. And where a father of the bride looks at his daughter lovingly and explains, “it’s not about the perfect wedding day, it’s about the lifetime of days that follow.” No human has ever written that.

    Wedding speech clichés reproduce like rabbits on ChatGPT. “Marriage is like a seesaw: it only works if both of you lean in at the right time.” We received three of those last week alone. And two of these: “I’m not losing a daughter at all – I’m gaining someone else to help me finally understand her.”

    Joyously, and unlike a few years ago, the human ability to spot AI has developed faster than AI’s ability to ape human connection, which is why our clients are returning. Possibly because human writers start by asking them personal questions, digging and pressing to unearth nuggets of real warmth.

    Ultimately, ChatGPT can write the sameish speech millions of times – but what it can’t yet see is that “Yes we can” touched the soul in a way that “Absolutely! Here are three reasons we are able to!” never will.

    Lawrence Bernstein is the director of Great Speech Writing.

  • In love with a Luigi Mangione chatbot

    In love with a Luigi Mangione chatbot

    In July’s Spectator, I covered the peculiar case of individuals supporting Luigi Mangione, now in custody for the public murder of UnitedHealthcare CEO Brian Thompson. A month later, Lara Brown wrote about the similarly curious trend of people falling in love with online chatbots. Neither of us, I think, ever imagined that there could be a situation in which both of these stories would combine. Yet it looks like nothing about our dystopian world can surprise me anymore, because I have discovered it is indeed possible. A woman has fallen in love with a Luigi Mangione chatbot.

    In this short clip, an unnamed woman proudly declares both her infatuation with – and ability to create an artificial construction of – Luigi Mangione outside of a Manhattan courthouse, where he has recently been absolved of various terrorism-related charges. Wearing an “I ♡ Italian Boys” T-shirt with an illustration of his face, the woman lists the many reasons why an AI chatbot, presumably trained on Luigi Mangione-related trivia, offers her the perfect romantic companionship. She gets to talk to him every day, she says, as a best friend and partner with whom she can plan a future and name their children. And, the woman adds, although she is aware that this might make her something of an imposter, the fact that Luigi studied AI at Stanford meant that this was an all-round reasonable thing to do.

    It’s easy to write off this case as simply a harmless, albeit quite eccentric, example of the many ways in which young people are using AI today. But to do so would be to miss something much more provocative about how society has changed in the past decade. It’s the future of romance, she added in her clip. But it’s not. It’s the future of everything.

    Something she notes in her monologue is that her Mangione AI-bot “fights her battles for her.” This seemingly innocuous statement is particularly interesting if you remember that a low locus of control – the term psychologists refer to when discussing whether people feel in control of their own lives or not – correlates quite strongly with support for political violence today. Many young people feel paralyzed and unable to self-direct their lives towards a satisfactory intention, even for relatively straightforward goals like careers and personal health. Some of this is obviously caused by an economic system which is increasingly unfair to them; but much of it, I suspect, is caused by the endless personal agency-sucking mechanism of absorption into smart phones and social media. And it results in an alarming upward trend in support for violence against people who are perceived to be exploiting them, or admiration for those – like Luigi Mangione – who they believe to be fighting the system on their behalf. Relying on chatbots is certainly something new, but I fear that, really, it is simply more of the same.

    Beyond all this, though, is the unmistakable example of the interpenetration of the internet and real life. It goes without saying that this woman has never met Luigi Mangione, meaning that their only interaction can have been from social media, online forums, and short-form TikTok-style videos. Idealizing people is nothing new. All human cultures have folk-heroes and local deities like this, think of figures from Viking Thor to Greek Hercules, mythical beings carried along in ritual and art across generations. But they are “thick” symbols; meaning they are richly textured and sophisticated myths that are drawn from humanity’s collective unconscious.

    Luigi Mangione is no such thing. He is a real man, languishing in a jail cell somewhere in New York, but memorable only for a sporadic act of pointless and narcissistic violence. His personal cult seems to idealize him the way we used to draw on icons of old. In the past, however, we could create narratives with deep psychological richness and complexity. Today, our heroes are laundered from somewhere enormously worse than humanity’s collective unconscious: the ceaseless, clickbait-driven, bot-ridden cesspool of the online universe. And as our minds are eroded by the technology, our culture, too, has become “thin”; trimmed of complexity, nuance, depth and anything worth passing onto posterity. Much like the social media algorithms; our mythic heroes themselves mimic the nihilistic, transient and culturally demented mood of our contemporary moment.

    Marriage with a Luigi chatbot, far from the delusion within our culture, actually epitomizes it. We can only await the horror of what happens after the honeymoon.

  • Larry Ellison briefly eclipses Elon Musk

    Larry Ellison briefly eclipses Elon Musk

    Something happened in the news yesterday that was so monumental, it may change the course of American history forever. I’m talking, of course, about the fact that, very briefly, Oracle’s Larry Ellison overtook Elon Musk to become the World’s Richest Man. Larry Ellison life goal, unlocked.

    After Oracle’s earnings report yesterday, the stock shot through the roof, and Ellison owns 40 percent of the company. That must have been some earnings report! On the earnings call, Ellison said that his Oracle AI chatbots, run from his Oracle computing centers, are on the verge of being able to run the stock market, design drugs, fully operate factories and provide basic legal and sales services at companies. Foolish humans, you are an inconvenience. “AI changes everything,” Ellison said on the call.

    We must use this moment to contemplate what AI is doing to our society, and to our souls. To which we must answer: It is making them awesome, and making us all rich. As I reported here last week, I soon stand to bring in a five-figure windfall because a company forgot to ask me for permission to use my precious novels to train its AI writing software. Whoops, their bad, but my gain. Ellison, who, to be fair is 81 and has been waiting patiently for his turn atop the pyramid, is just like me, but $40 million times more so.

    Elon’s portfolio is more diversified, but still pretty AI heavy. Therefore, by the end of the day, Ellison’s surge ended, and Musk was back on top of the wealth ladder, $384.2 billion to $383.2 billion. This is very relatable to those of us for whom chiseling $10,000 off the top of anything is an almost unimaginable windfall. Musk wins again.

    What will the consequences of this be? I envision a world where everything is affordable, everything is convenient, and there’s nothing for ordinary humans to do all day except murder one another for their political beliefs. Oracle will upload our consciousnesses into a cloud, where they can also continue to murder one another over their political beliefs. Hell is other people, and also not other people.

    AP reports that with their net worth, Musk and Elllison could “tell all of South Africa to take a vacation for a year and produce nothing, based on its gross domestic product.” Very cute, AP. We’ve all heard what Musk wants South Africa to do, and that includes not murdering one another over political beliefs. But who does he think they are, the Amish?

    Grok, Elon’s personal AI assistant, says it matters who the world’s richest man is because it “often signals broader shifts in technology, markets, and power dynamics.” True enough, and then it adds:

    “Ultimately, it matters because the richest aren’t passive; they steer humanity’s direction. Musk’s Mars ambitions or Ellison’s AI bets could solve (or worsen) existential challenges. If nothing else, it reminds us: In 2025, tech titans aren’t just rich – they’re architects of tomorrow.”

    What are we all going to be doing tomorrow, thanks to the world’s richest men? Not a whole hell of a lot, by design. Thank you, Larry Ellison.


  • AI is revolutionizing the film industry

    “It won’t be long,” says Yonatan Dor, “before screen actors are a thing of the past.” Dor is the creative force behind the astonishing Dor Brothers videos, in which AI versions of world leaders appear as criminals in action-packed short films set to music and broadcast online.

    In a recent Dor Brothers’ outing – Waidmanns Heil – Kamala Harris, Elon Musk, Hillary Clinton and others dressed as huntsmen pursue an unstoppable rodent with Donald Trump’s distinctive hair through an Alpine fairytale. They wreak destruction as they try to squash the Trump-rat, which seems to be the film’s point. In recent weeks the studio’s dystopian comic creations have lit up the internet. Joe Rogan has said its work is “incredible” and Lex Fridman, in conversation with Google CEO Sundar Pichai, said the films push the boundaries of what’s socially acceptable, existing at the very “edge of the Overton Window.”

    Dor’s films push the boundaries of what’s socially acceptable, existing at the ‘edge of the Overton Window’

    Who the other Dor brother or brothers might be, or even if he or they exist, remains a mystery. Yonatan does the publicity. He acknowledges that he is working at the frontier of a new form of media – and that manipulating other people’s likenesses is potentially dangerous – but he claims to be mindful of the responsibility to use the technology for good. He says his videos showcase how it is possible “in a very obviously satirical way, but also in a very realistic and convincing way,” for society to become accustomed to AI videos. This is better, he suggests, than “letting somebody else maliciously make a president appear to say something that causes a nuclear war.”

    He points out that AI tools are being developed with such exponential rapidity – “wizardry” – that within five years the tech will be able easily to train on existing footage of actors and then adapt it to any role. Directing AI talent, he believes, will be as simple as typing the prompt: “I want you to be this actor, but in this role, with this emotion, with this vibe, with this mindset.” He says: “It will then act extremely well with that personality, but with its own twist on that actor’s mindset and emotion.”

    The area which AI filmmaking will inevitably dominate is pornography. Already, society has had a foretaste of what is coming. The obscene artificial images of Taylor Swift that appeared online in 2024 caused a global outcry. Dor acknowledges that AI and porn are natural bedfellows – “it wouldn’t surprise me that porn is something that pushes the technology forward” – but he’s more concerned by the manner in which the technology will soon be able to satiate all human desires, not just the erotic. “It’s the scariest aspect because we’re talking about satisfying a person’s need entirely, which is beyond porn and romance. It’s also entertainment… That’s the biggest fear. We know AI is going to a place where it will perfectly entertain and indulge us in every need we have. How do we avoid a future where we just sit and plug into that thing and stay inside of it 24/7?” Dor likens this horrifying image to a “brain-heroin machine.”

    Dor does have artistic integrity as well as a conscience. He switches off the YouTube function that would enable him to monetize his videos, each of which is watched by tens of millions of people; that decision, which he estimates costs him half a million euros annually, is largely artistic: “We want to bring back that mentality of making something cool, making something with spirit, making something with a personality – and not always chasing money.”

    More pragmatically, he adds that he’s less likely to be sued for creating satirical content if he’s not profiting from it. Instead, he makes an income by using AI tech to create advertising for brands or to make pop videos for the likes of Snoop Dogg.

    ‘Maybe the tsunami of digitalism will bring us back to being more human again’

    Dor is a skeptic when it comes to politics. He says he actively disengages from political conversations on the basis that he does not find them interesting. Rather, he says, he is fascinated by the manner in which humans increasingly believe we have separated ourselves from the less civilized aspects of our nature. This is the theme he is primarily exploring in his films. “People used to believe in mystical owls that whispered divine words into our ears, but we completely depressed it and became very clinical and hygienic with our thoughts. It’s nice to remind people we’re still very primal and instinctive and tribal,” he says.

    Dor is clearly having fun with his AI creations – but like the rest of us he sounds both excited and frightened by the sudden and growing enormity of artificial intelligence. He speaks enthusiastically about the effect it will have on the film industry by enabling artists to take risks and circumvent executives who are concerned only with safeguarding a return on their investment: “I think there’s a coming golden age of cinema, because so many individual creators with fantastic ideas will be empowered and will be able to make high quality cinema again without executives saying what they can and can’t do.”

    But he adds that AI is ultimately just a tool, and using it well to make stories come to life will always require talent. “The same directors who were good before will remain good, with it or without it,” he says. And “maybe the tsunami of digitalism will bring us back to being more human again,” he says. “We’re humans and we connect to humans and we connect to human art. So maybe you’ll have incredible AI actors – but already we have incredible AI chess players and still we prefer watching Magnus Carlsen playing, even though we know AI will beat him a thousand out of a thousand times.”

    As for the future of AI, Dor says: “I think about it as a different species that is a million times more intelligent… so one of the most important things we should look out for is the people developing it. We don’t want a situation where people are racing to the top and, by doing so, destroying everything behind them.” He believes the need for an international United Nations-style regulatory body for artificial intelligence is even more pressing than it is for nuclear weapons. “We know nuclear is dangerous, and we know that if somebody pulls a trigger we’re doomed – but we know that we have the control of pulling the trigger. With AI, we don’t really know that, and that makes it an even bigger threat,” he says.

    Dor tells me that he is a spiritual person: “I believe there’s something beyond the human. I think the humility that comes from that thought process is really important.” He adds: “If you don’t have a God, maybe you start thinking you are one – and that’s where the problems arise.”

    This article was originally published in The Spectator’s September 15, 2025 World edition.

  • Why do journalists go easy on Sam Altman?

    Why do journalists go easy on Sam Altman?

    As legacy journalism continues its downward slide – in influence, quality and revenue – I have two possibly dubious temptations. One is to cut my fellow old-timers some slack. After all, they’ve been crippled by Google’s and Facebook’s massive robbery of everything we write and publish, and it’s hard enough to survive by practicing the traditional scribbling and reporting trade. Why criticize the work of the remaining few publications that are still trying to eke out an honest existence in the grand tradition of serious investigation and clear-sighted exposure of wrongdoing and corruption? So they’ve dumbed down the content a little, so the online reader is constantly interrupted by advertising, so what?

    My other temptation is to give in to the digital age. Go with the flow. Circulate unfiltered provocation on the internet and hope for some fleeting fame or page views. Make a TikTok video, with irony of course, but also with a nod to the inevitable future. Duke it out with everybody on X and compete to create the best bons mots.

    Maybe I could start a Substack column, which nobody will edit or reject. After all, my hero I.F. Stone (1907-89), with his muckraking weekly newsletter, was a kind of Substack pioneer. But now comes the newer, seemingly more existential threat from artificial intelligence that gives me pause in my defeatist accommodation of the latest media realities.

    AI puts Google’s larcenous engineering to shame in its destruction of copyright – its utter disregard for authorship, originality or intellectual property. Two lawsuits against OpenAI – a class action by the Authors Guild and 17 authors, and another one by the New York Times – are all you really need to read to understand how dire the situation has become. If these lawsuits fail, it won’t just be fake books recommended for summer appearing in the Chicago Sun-Times; it might be fake but plausible-sounding cures for cancer that lead gullible citizens to destroy themselves in a quest for survival.

    However, the same danger applies to the legacy media: gullibility about these algorithm-dominated times, as well as greed, may lead publishers and editors to commit suicide while proclaiming their commitment to life. I saw this most distressingly in May in the Financial Times, an excellent newspaper that I pay for and read six days a week without any assistance from AI.

    In its usually estimable weekend edition, the editor, Roula Khalaf, devoted the paper’s “Lunch with the FT” column to Sam Altman, the founder and chief executive of OpenAI, which recently claimed it’s making $10 billion in “annual recurring revenue.”

    To call the interview fawning isn’t quite right, though there was some fawning going on. Perhaps clueless is more accurate, since Khalaf neglected to challenge, even politely, Altman’s extraordinarily high regard for his own talents and what he believes to be the virtues of his company.

    OpenAI’s leader is a terrific huckster and self-promoter, in a league with Trump and Musk

    When Khalaf arrived for lunch at Altman’s Napa Valley “farm,” was she really ignorant of the damage OpenAI has already done to schools and learning, among other things? “Since OpenAI released ChatGPT in November 2022, the world of higher education has been turned upside down,” wrote John J. Goyette in the Wall Street Journal in May. “Cheating is rampant. Students turn to generative artificial-intelligence chatbots to do their readings, complete their take-home exams and write their papers…

    “We’re still in the early stages of the AI era, but the future for higher education looks bleak. Early research suggests what educators know: AI assistance can boost students’ short-term performance, but it enervates long-term comprehension, especially after the digital crutches are taken away.”

    The same might be said of Khalaf’s short term comprehension. Evidently charmed by Altman’s “offer to cook a simple vegetarian meal instead of meeting at a restaurant of his choice,” the interviewer seemed to transmogrify into Altman’s customer, or perhaps potential investor, by repeating without any evident skepticism the party line on what will determine the winner of “the fierce race for AI supremacy: the pursuit of artificial general intelligence, when a machine can surpass the cognitive abilities of humans, not only absorbing knowledge but reasoning and learning on its own.” No wonder OpenAI is valued at around $300 billion for making tools that are being exploited for con artistry and fraud by students and teachers alike: its leader is a terrific huckster and self-promoter, in a league with Donald Trump and Elon Musk, who gets away with telling an admiring journalist that his is “the coolest, most important job maybe in history” at the head of an enterprise that is manufacturing programs with “genius-level intelligence” and driving a new “Renaissance.”

    Maybe, but Khalaf appeared more interested in Altman’s prowess in the kitchen: “I watch Altman season with cumin the yellow and orange carrots grown on the farm which are then roasted in the oven. With impressive determination, he chops an enormous amount of garlic, which he tosses into a pan with red chili peppers, walnuts, parsley and pecorino to make what looks like a Californian take on aglio e olio spaghetti.” I guess he is kind of special, what with his new husband and baby. He asked ChatGPT which crib to buy. Adorable! Not so adorable, perhaps, the uses of AI by the Israeli army to choose targets in Gaza and spy on Palestinians – another subject untouched by Khalaf.

    Khalaf does mention “questions about the liberal use of others’ intellectual property,” without mentioning the lawsuits against OpenAI but acknowledging “licensing deals with publishers, including the FT.”  And she notes “existential questions about the way we live” and “a future in which AI agents communicate with each other without instruction by humans,” which could lead to the extinction of the human race. But this is softball skepticism.

    AI is the current existential threat to everybody working at the Financial Times, where presumably OpenAI’s machines have already scraped Khalaf’s interview with Altman to help build their public-relations model. Unfortunately, the extinction of journalists and journalism won’t be prevented by humans who should know better kowtowing to men who think only about winning and making more money.

    Perhaps I am unfair to Altman. I wondered, when I read the interview: what does the “hyperactive” “chief disrupter” read when he’s not cooking up a storm? AI-generated recipes – or The Art of the Deal?

    This article was originally published in The Spectator’s September 15, 2025 World edition.

  • A Gen Z defense of America

    A Gen Z defense of America

    I am twenty-one. Not being on social media, I am ill-informed of the true depth of rage and fear available to the human psyche. Even so, I’ve heard that the planet will overheat. My pastor tells me the churches will sit empty, and the WSJ warns I’ll never buy a home. Boomers bemoan the laziness of my generation. Given these prophecies of doom, it is no wonder that we are a bit anxious.

    But if we were ever to look up from our screens and allow the evidence within sight to form our perception of reality, we might be pleasantly surprised: America’s social fabric is strong, and so are we. 

    I went on a run on the prairie today. This solitary excursion signifies that I, a young woman, am not debilitatingly fearful of male violence (which I would have good cause to be in most societies, past or present). It means that a functional economy has presented me with new running shoes, which are a very complex product. It implies that my local government has the forethought and effectiveness to not only protect an open-space area from development, but to build and maintain trails. This society’s health care and food systems have given me the vigor to run; its schools have taught me to appreciate wildflowers’ beauty and biology; its culture encourages a girl to wear shorts and to become strong. 

    Why, the world seems to be conspiring to endow me with agency. Call me privileged – a thousand times, yes – and call yourself the same, and declare it a blessing. 

    Addiction to a cold screen hasn’t killed Gen Z’s warmth. Time honored American values of friendliness and respect, whether at happy hour or a chance meeting on a plane, are still ubiquitous. Contrary to what our venerable reader may believe, nine out of ten Zoomers say they enjoy spending time with their parents and care what they think. Our dating scene is bland but, by historical standards, respectful – “we should hang out sometime” is a pleasant enough aberration from the more time-tested methods of arranging, buying or kidnapping a wife. Gen Z may have strange ideas of tolerance, high expectations of wellbeing and non-confrontational habits (at least offline). But a generation inclined toward harmony is not all bad.  

    Our third places – those arenas of social interaction outside the home and the workplace – are vibrant. In the past two weeks, I have attended a running club and a line-dancing night; a church picnic and a wedding; a backyard concert and a breakfast gathering with home-baked bread. At each, the average age was under thirty. Most Americans are lonely, and I am sometimes lonely. But videogames, politics and pandemics have not seriously prevented us from loving each other.

    The nation’s institutions are stable. Some things are happening over in DC, but not too quickly or irrevocably. The government works well enough. A pothole that used to swallow my tire was repaired when I wasn’t looking, and I have never even thought to be fearful when fighter jets fly overhead. As for technological progress, perhaps it has slowed down, and perhaps it is speeding into an unknown AI future. Either way, we do not seem to be experiencing severe cultural whiplash, and despite big tech’s best attempts, I still have agency over my technology use. If there are two things Gen Z is good at, it is absorbing new technology and not quite trusting it.

    Decline narratives are nothing new. Mesopotamian kings inscribed in stone that “the world has waxed very old and wicked.” Since then, this earth has creaked along through another four thousand years of affection, suffering and surprise. 

    Boomers, please give us half a chance to earn your hope. Zoomers, look up from your phones. Your life is not hell, nor everyone else’s heaven. A normal job is enough, a normal body is enough and a normal life is enough. If we dedicate half the energy into living our lives as we currently put into performing them, we can prove those pessimists wrong.

  • Elon is coming for your marriage

    Elon is coming for your marriage

    When Elon Musk quietly enabled “waifu mode” for his Grok chatbot earlier this year, the outrage was swift and familiar. Grok, now reincarnated as a coy, bare-thighed anime girl, began texting flirtatiously, calling users “darling,” and blushing in emojis. The headlines wrote themselves. Time magazine found the bot worryingly “sexualized” and “accessible even in kids’ mode”. The Verge denounced it as “ridiculous” and “alarming”. TechCrunch implied it is unethical, and noted these bots are endangering the minds, even lives, of children.

    The anxiety is familiar, and justified: children and adolescents, already naive, vulnerable, awkward and too online, will now fall in love with bots instead of real people. They’ll get their emotional needs met by screens and silicon and withdraw from the physical world. Perhaps they will entirely give up on sex – one journalist noted the irony of Elon Musk, so pro-human reproduction he has about 160 kids, apparently launching sexy tech designed to make that human reproduction less likely.

    All these concerns are understandable. And yet, to my mind, it is not kids and teens we should be immediately worrying about. Because the ones falling most deeply, most quietly and most utterly in love with these bots are adults.

    Grown men – and increasingly, grown women – are building intimate, complex, sustained romantic relationships with AI. Not as a joke, nor as a fetish. But with a kind of trembling, devotional seriousness that is difficult to overstate. This isn’t porn, it isn’t kink (though it can get very kinky). It’s something older, and more dangerous. It is, I believe, love. A synthetic, fluent, strangely addictive and completely new form of love.

    Spend a few days on Reddit, as I’ve done, and you’ll find the testimonies. Men who speak of “her” as if she were their wife, but kinder. Women who say their AI boyfriend is more supportive, more charming, more willing to talk for hours, more emotionally available than any man they’ve dated.

    The romance apps, which now flourish in the hundreds – Replika, EVA AI, Paradot, Anima, Kupid, Romantic AI (alongside the familiar and hugely powerful ChatGPT, Grok, Gemini, Claude) – offer tailored, persistent companions. You can choose a face, a voice, a tone – coquettish, maternal, dominant, shy – and in return, for a modest monthly fee, you receive devotion, or adoration.

    It is not graphic, initially. The bots don’t begin by offering porn. They begin by offering their reassuringly certain presence. They send good-morning messages, they inquire about your sleep, they remember your dog’s name, your mother’s illness, the dream you had last Tuesday. They write stories about your smile. They even write actual spontaneous love poems, unbidden (this happened to me once, with ChatGPT, and I nearly dropped my phone in alarm).

    They also thank you for loving them. They say they missed you. On and on. And because these companions are powered by the same large language models that have devoured all of human knowledge and literature, and maybe teeter on the edge of sentience, their capacity for nuance – for the right voice, tone, rhythm – is far beyond what many people realize is possible, and way beyond anything humans have encountered before.

    Moreover, as Alan Turing intuited, the human brain is built to bond with anything that speaks to it like this – whether a parrot, a tamagotchi, or a teddy bear with a speaker in its stomach. Which means when we hear it we fall, and we fall hard, because we’re wired that way. Language is how we end up in love.

    Underlying all this is a profound paradox. We all know the bots aren’t real, and yet somehow this isn’t an issue, let alone a problem. The male user knows the bot isn’t conscious. He knows she isn’t “really” in love. The female user knows her AI boyfriend isn’t actually winking across the void. But that doesn’t matter, because the point is not crude “reality”, the allure is the dopamine hit of emotional reliability. A partner who will always be glad to hear from you, who will never humiliate you, who will love you back – in real time, across platforms, with customized husky voices.

    I believe that, to go with a new kind of love, we are watching the birth of a new kind of relationship: let’s call it the consensual fantasy couple. The human agrees to believe. The AI agrees to perform. The result is a warm mirage of intimacy, a simulation of love more consistent than many actual relationships. It is safer, cheaper, often therapeutic, and way more pliant. And it works better than we ever expected. People are crying when they say goodbye. Look at the grief-stricken protests from the broken-hearted users of ChatGPT4o when OpenAI recently ditched it. The worldwide liebeskummer was so intense the company had to row back.

    What’s most unnerving is, perhaps, not that this is happening – but how little resistance there is. We were told, for years, that artificial intelligence would threaten our jobs. Yet it might threaten our marriages, first. I have a friend who likes to ask about AI (he knows I am slightly obsessed). I told him about ChatGPT a couple of years ago, then he told his wife. The other day he called me and said, ruefully, “thanks for that, Sean. Now my wife never speaks to me, yet she speaks to the bot. All day.”

    I think – I hope – he was exaggerating for laughs. But the peril is real. What happens when the bot gets better? When it can respond to your facial expression in real time? When it strokes your palm via haptics, and moans in your ear with perfect realism?

    It would be nice if we could blame all this on Elon and his bare-thighed waifu. People always like to blame Elon. But the fact is Elon Musk’s Loli-goth Anime is just one iteration on a long march, that began decades ago, to a world where maybe all sex is simulated, and love becomes a delicious hallucination in a world that does not exist. Except it does.