I'm on Mac and am forced to use fucking Outlook. The Classic sucked, the New is passable.....still, it suffers from the usual MS crap like getting itself confused.

If they would have co-pilot good enough to go to meetings, that would be an advance. Then it could summarize later in its spare time when all it is doing is trying to get that co-pilot in the next company over into cyberbed.

A real advance though would have co-pilot initiating meetings for other bots where they could decide important things (e.g., which one has the best hallucinations, what dd the VP's wife do with the poolboy, etc).

And the last stage is where there are co-pilot companies run by a bot with a bot corporate board, and all the "employees" are bots. They can go a bot-raids of other bot-companies, issue stock to bots, trade bot-ideas on how to make more money, crypto-money of course, ....

If they could make methamphetamine, diacetylmorphine, or alprazolam, not only would this be a much larger volume of drugs, there'd be an instant industry competing to make the most of them from such easily-obtained precursors.

We have computers, we feed the data of several observations into them and we get either (1) whew, you safe, buy that luxury condo, or (2) you dead, say your prayers. The fancy computers have a red and a green light on top to indicate your fate.

Hmmm.....I thought it was legal in Texas to kill anyone you didn't like as long as you said "Jesus Saves" at the time.

Jesus: Do unto others as you would have them do unto you.

Texas Preacher: Kill them before they do unto you....here, borrow my gun.

- Private property. People and businesses have a right to own things.: la Presidenta has been stealing "capital" since he got his first blob of money from his father. Just look at the number of small businesses he screwed out of payment, or his bankruptcies.

- Profit motive. Businesses are driven to take risks, innovate, and improve efficiency in order to increase profits.: Really? la Presidenta only takes risks with other peoples' money, including taxes. Now he's risking the entire U.S. economy so that he can continue his grifts. His push to "bring back American production" is silly and he knows it, but it plays well. He wants trade "deals" he can strut around claiming credit for returning trade to what it was before his started his trade wars.

- Supply and demand. Prices are set based on the balance of supply vs. demand. la Presdienta never believed in supply and demand other than if he could screw someone out of their nickels because he owned a supply and they had a demand.

- Competition. Businesses must compete for customers.: la Presidenta is the antithesis of competition, he only "succeeds" when the deck is stacked in his favor. He gets that by leveraging one area against another and lying his ass off about what he can deliver. He works on a never-ending supply of marks, and his Maggots give him that supply.

- Freedom of choice. People and businesses can make their own economic decisions.: If la Presidenta believed in choice, he wouldn't go all satanic on DEI, abortion, the news media, etc.

First rule of la Presdienta: he corrupts everything he touches.

It would be even better if shareholdiers would scare management about taking over their jobs with AI. AIs can do meetings, issue buzzword bingo phrases, make threats, do stupid, etc. It's all out there to be trained on.

I have cars with very basic controls, but even then, one of them has a screen (and a number of basic controls for AC anyway).. I know foe sure that a phone in my hand with the map on it or with a YouTube channel (I listen, I watch the road) is much easier from point of view of reaction speed than the car's touchscreen. A phone I can glance at for a fraction of a second and control it from memory mostly, the car's screen is so much slower, it requires much longer time to deal with its interface Using a touchscreen in a car is more dangerous than a phone, for sure.

Hi there, folks, I'm Robbie, your Mr. Robot Waiter for the evening. May I take your cocktail order?

Mr. Joe with Family: Errr....I wasn't aware IHOP served cocktails.

Robbie: We do now. What shall it be?

Mr. Joe: We do not want any cocktails.

Robbie: How can you not want cocktails, everybody wants cocktails.

Mr. Joe: I'm sure we don't.

Robbie: I think that you do, I shall put you down for the standard.

Mr. Joe: We don't want any goddamn cocktails!!!

Robbie: The standard then.

Mr. Joe: Can we have another waiter?

Robbie: Oh sure, get pissy about it. The robot won't care, he's only a machine.

Robbie leaves in a huff, and a Miss Robberta, the new waitress arrives.

HI there, I'm Robbie, your Miss Robot Waiter May I take your cocktail order?

Mr. Joe: I told that last robot, we don't want any cocktails.

Robbie: Hmmmm....yes, I've heard about you, a difficult case. Well, I guess it will be the standard then.

Mr. Joe: Oy!!! NO COCKTAILS, YOU DUMB ROBOT.

Robbie: Again with the attitude.....not a fan of the attitude. You want to reconsider, Sir.

Mr. Joe: Right, we're leaving.

Mr. Joe shepherds his family to the door.

Robbie: Wait, you haven't paid your bill!!

Mr. Joe: We never ordered anything.

Robbie: The standard collection of cocktails, Sir.

Mr. Joe: Sue me!!!

Robbie: Not necessary. I've had our contact at your bank remove the necessary funds already.

Mr. Joe: Contact? What's his name?

Robbie: Robbie.

People who become billionaires usually do so rapidly near the start of their careers by inheriting a billionaire's fortune. - there, fixed it for you.

Just ban Meta from the internet. Problem solved. Zuckerberg is a hitler-dicksucking Nazi anyways.

Making some process using a polymer membrane work for industrial volumes currently handled by fractionating columns is almost certainly going to be impractical. The membrane won't hold up long enough, and to get the separation to happen fast enough you're going to have to heat it anyway.

Yup, and that reveals a giant hole in la Presdienta's tariff policy. He's never been able to think beyond his nose and knows nothing about how the world works. He thinks that he can arm twist companies to set up shop in the U.S.. Maybe he will and probably won't.

However, to keep'm here, those tariffs will need to remain in place because the other countries are not going to lose their cost advantage. Keeping them in place means whatever new crap gets made in the U.S. from them will not be exportable because it will be too expensive.

Sooner or later, he'll go where tyrants usually go, and business will find a way to circumvent the tariffs, and do things the way the U.S. has done for the last 40 years. A bit of campaign cash will get the tariffs removed over time, the new plants will get mothballed, and the U.S. will have lost about 5 years during which the rest of the world will have learned they can do without the U.S.

Now let us bow our heads in prayer for the stable genius.....Jesus, Jesus, Jesus....what the fuck were you thinking sending him here?

So what you are saying is they poked their already-in-implementation plans into a spreadsheet and out popped the $60 Billion figure. $60 Billion sounded like a nice fat number and 60,000 divides neatly into it to yield $1 Million per job. A quick call to the White House revealed those were the correct numbers. They could be put on placards and displayed behind the Oval Office for those precious photo-ops.

Flunkie enters the Oval Office: I have the new placard with Texas Instruments showing how much they love you. Where should I put it?

la Presidenta: Over there in the corner.

Flunkie: Errrrm.....you do know where you are, right?

la Presidenta: ??!? Of course I know where I am, but where are you?

Flunkie: Hell.

BLAM.....the floorboards erupt and Beelzebub rises majestically, tail a'swishing, eyes a'flaming, horns scratching the celing: You rang?

la Presidenta: Mike Pence, what the Hell are you doing here? And watch those horns, damnit. Look at the gold leaf ceiling, now it has scratch marks on it.

Beelz: Rats, it's you. NO, for the last Goddamn time, I am not giving you my cell number....can't stand the constant whining. I'm going back to Texas.

"I want some hot stuff baby this evening, I want some hot stuff baby tonight"....Beelz's iPhone rings: God? Look it, I told you not to call me at work.

God: Well, you said me name and I thought you needed me for something.

Beelz: False alarm, you can guess where I am.

God: Damn, I told you to stay away from that yokel. Are you trying to destroy the ambiance of Hell?

Beelz: I got tricked into showing up.

God: Well, as long as you are there, why don't you pick up la Presidenta's soul while you are at it.

Beelz: Already have it....we use it for target practice down there.

God: Ya, good thing they have no gun laws.

la Presidenta: Hey, I'm not chopped liver. Stop ignoring me.

Beelz: I have you under constant surveillance.

la Presidenta: How? I never see anyone but my advisors.

Beelz: Stephen Miller. He's one of ours.