you were supposed...to leave.

Being a decent human means holding your trash until you can locate a goddamn trashcan u littering swine

is anyone else annoyed that "ai" encompasses both chatgpt and tools we train to do repetitive tedious work for us. and by the ripple effect of articles like "scientists develop ai to detect cancer early" that make people argue for the merit of chatgpt or become anti-medicine. and by the general state of the world and society

Will drunk on white wine, his head resting on Hannibal's shoulder and cicadas singing in the background. Hannibal's hand is on his thigh. He is filling his glass again. Will insists he won't be able to walk back to their house. Hannibal tells him he will carry him all the way back. Will laughs, tipsy. Hannibal clinks his own glass against Will's. When Hannibal's next sentence starts with "Remember when Jack Crawford...", Will's laughter intensifies so much he can hardly breathe. Hannibal smiles, amused by the roar of Will's laughter. He is happy. They are both happy.