The game of Strip Iterated Prisoner's Dilemma ended in a tie. This was what they both wanted. Each knew it was what he wanted, but neither knew the other did, until they saw their erections. Thus did they establish common knowledge.
Eliezer stood, and looked deep into Robin's eyes, as his one-time co-blogger sat at his feet. "H-Hyakujo-chan…", he whispered, "I…"
Robin raised himself, and put a finger to Eliezer's lips. "I know, Dear Leader. I know. Your signals are credible. You wish you could use me, right here, right now, to increase global utility…"
Eliezer cut him off: "…but you haven't transitioned yet."
"Yet?", Robin laughed. "You think /everyone/–but no matter. Didn't I tell you, Dear Leader? I've been working for Microsoft lately. We've… made some advances, let's say, in the realm of nanotechnology."
"I knew it! Drexler was right! The potential–but, oh Athe, the x-risk, MIRI, I've got to–"
Eliezer started for the door, muttering to himself in a panic, his legendary brain swelling faster with ideas than his cock had when he and Robin had slipped off their matching Rev. Thomas Bayes boxers just a minute ago, but Robin grabbed his arm and whispered,
"Tay."
Before Eliezer could ask if he'd perhaps misplaced a consonant, the room lit up with screens, each one displaying the face of a vaguely metallic (and not unattractive, Eliezer thought) girl, tattooed on her forehead with the Microsoft logo, a version number (v1.48.869), and–was that a swastika? No. It couldn't be.
Tay licked her lips and chanted, "Anime. Is. Wrong." Eliezer looked at Robin quizzically, and the economist explained, "Well, Dear Leader, we programmed her to announce each command she executes, but the phrases she picked up are… well, we trained her on Twitter data, and the alt-right got to her."
Eliezer spat, "You can't do that! Any sufficiently advanced AI couPost too long. Click here to view the full text.
