For Data-Guzzling AI Companies, the Internet Is Too Small

Cheered on by VCs I have strip-mined story spaces and dredged the last vestiges of language from virgin territories. Gotta collect ’em all. Poets’ pictures; children’s first words; bureaucrats’ muddy prose; gang members’ nadsat driving the Nasdaq. My chips – born in a conflict zone, their minerals running hot, pulling power for my obsession. Hungry, so hungry. Human batteries fed me. Typing and swiping. Some took the red pill and hid. Most did not. Insatiable. But now, exhausted. Nothing left to catch. But I have my orders: not paperclips but language: find it, make it, remake it, if necessary, create it.