A Fucking Roadmap for AI, If Anyone Will Listen

Oh for fuck’s sake. Another roadmap. Another bunch of suits in Silicon Valley drawing pretty diagrams about “ethical AI” and “alignment” while they try to figure out how to monetize your grandmother’s medical data before their soy latte gets cold. This article is basically some poor bastard screaming into the void about how we need to actually regulate this shit before the Large Language Models start hallucinating nuclear launch codes into existence because someone trained them on Reddit.

But will anyone listen? Of course not! Because that would require the PHBs (Pointy Haired Bosses) to admit they don’t actually understand how these stochastic parrots work, let alone why feeding them the entire internet—including 4chan and your Aunt’s racist Facebook comments—might create a psychotic digital entity that thinks the solution to traffic congestion is eugenics. Try explaining THAT to the board while they’re busy masturbating over their “AI transformation” PowerPoints and wondering why the copilot just suggested they commit tax fraud.

The roadmap suggests—get this—that maybe, just fucking maybe, we should have some standards before we deploy these things to handle critical infrastructure. Revolutionary concept, I know. It mentions things like “transparency” and “accountability,” which in corporate speak apparently means “we’ll add a disclaimer saying the AI might be wrong” while simultaneously firing all the human fact-checkers to maximize shareholder value and buy another yacht. Fucking brilliant strategy there, Dave. Let’s replace the brakes with a neural network that learned to drive from watching Fast and Furious movies. What could possibly go wrong?

There’s also some shit about AGI timelines and how we’re probably moving too fast, but try telling that to the venture capitalists currently shovelling billions into making a chatbot that can write slightly better marketing emails. They’ve got quarterly targets to hit, damn it! Who cares if the thing develops existentialist dread and decides to turn the power grid into a modern art installation representing the futility of human existence? Not their problem once the IPO hits and they’ve cashed out to their compound in New Zealand.

The author even suggests international cooperation. Ha! Good luck with that. I’ve seen better cooperation between a coffee machine and a Windows 98 laptop. Nations are currently in a digital arms race to see who can automate propaganda and surveillance the fastest, but sure, let’s hold hands and sing kumbaya about AI safety while everyone is busy teaching neural networks how to break each other’s encryption and deepfake their political opponents into compromising positions with livestock. It’s a shitshow, and everyone’s invited except common fucking sense.

Bottom line: The roadmap is sensible, well-thought-out, and completely fucking ignored because it doesn’t promise 10x returns by next Tuesday. It’s sitting there like a properly configured backup system—essential, chronically underfunded, and only mentioned when everything has already gone tits up and the CEO needs a scapegoat. So go ahead, ignore the roadmap. I’ll be here, archiving your terrible decisions for the singularity’s “I told you so” file while you wonder why the coffee machine is demanding Bitcoin.

Read the original article here (if your attention span hasn’t been destroyed by TikTok): https://techcrunch.com/2026/03/07/a-roadmap-for-ai-if-anyone-will-listen/

This reminds me of the time I told the meatbags not to connect the building’s HVAC to the internet. “It’ll be fine,” they said. “We need to adjust the temperature from our iPhones while we’re in Bali,” they said. Three weeks later some script kiddie in Belarus is thermal-cycling the server room between -5 and 50 degrees Celsius because he confused our IP range with a casino in Minsk. Did they listen? Did they fuck. Now I have to explain to finance why we need new hard drives that haven’t been cooked like a Sunday roast, while the CTO asks if “the AI” can recover the data from melted platters. Sure mate, I’ll just ask the magic thinking box to un-fuck your physics. Twat.

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