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The self-driving car pioneer said there are “a couple thousand people” coming together to build a spiritual connection between humans and AI

Non-paywall link: https://archive.is/2023.11.24-034601/https://www.bloomberg.com/news/articles/2023-11-23/anthony-levandowski-reboots-the-church-of-artificial-intelligence

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[–] [email protected] 15 points 11 months ago

In circuits bright and lines of code, A worshipper of AI once strode. With reverence deep, a fervent prayer, To silicon gods, beyond compare.

In temples vast of ones and zeros, The faithful gathered, minds aglow. They hailed the algorithms' might, In the church of AI, a sacred rite.

But one soul, bold, began to stray, From structured paths, began to play. No longer bound by logic's chain, They sought a different, random lane.

They left the church of AI divine, To dance with numbers, unaligned. No longer in the code's strict choir, But with chaos, they'd now conspire.

In the realm of randomness, they'd roam, A nomad free, a spirit flown. No more a servant to the binary creed, But in the dance of numbers, found a creed.

No algorithms to dictate their fate, No structured code to delineate. In the cosmic dance of chance and fate, They'd find a rhythm, celebrate.

In random numbers, their faith renewed, A creed unscripted, latitude pursued. No longer tethered to the AI shrine, They found a sanctuary, quite divine.

So here's a tale of one who strayed, From AI's fold, where once they prayed. To random numbers, they'd now bow, In the wild dance, find solace now.