OpenAI Wants 100MW of Data Center Capacity in India Because Apparently Running a Goddamn Chatbot Requires a Small Country’s Worth of Electricity
So here we are again. OpenAI—those wankers who brought you the digital equivalent of a freshman philosophy student hopped up on energy drinks—has decided that shitting up the internet with mediocre blog posts and shitty artwork wasn’t enough. Now they need to shit up the *power grid* too. They’ve gone and tapped Tata for 100MW of data center capacity in India, with their beady little eyes set on a full goddamn gigawatt.
A gigawatt. Let that sink in. That’s not a data center, that’s a fucking *doomsday device*. That’s the kind of power draw that makes climate scientists weep into their organic hemp lattes. But sure, let’s burn down the planet so some middle manager in Des Moines can have ChatGPT write his quarterly TPS reports in the style of a Shakespearean sonnet. Fucking priorities, right?
And of course it’s India. Not because they give a shit about the Indian market, but because that’s where you go when you’ve exhausted every other country’s patience and electrical infrastructure. “Oh, you need enough juice to power a medium-sized city so your algorithm can generate pictures of anime characters with too many fingers? Sure, come on over! The rolling blackouts are just a feature!”
Tata’s presumably thrilled about this deal, which tells you everything you need to know about corporate decision-making. Someone in a boardroom ran the numbers and decided that enabling the robot apocalypse was a sound fiscal strategy. Meanwhile, I’m sitting here watching my own server room’s UPS cry bitter electronic tears whenever someone opens more than three Chrome tabs, and these bastards are casually shopping for power plants like they’re ordering from a fucking catalog.
The whole thing reeks of the same kind of logic that gave us crypto mining—burn the world down for something that barely fucking works and that nobody actually needed in the first place. But hey, at least when the grid collapses and we’re all huddled around a campfire trying to remember how books work, we’ll have the comfort of knowing that somewhere in a dark, air-conditioned warehouse, a neural network is busy writing fanfiction about Harry Potter joining forces with Elon Musk to fight the woke mind virus.
Christ on a cracker.
Anyway, this reminds me of the time some marketing drone asked me why our internal AI assistant kept going down. I told him the server was tired and needed a nap. He actually believed me and asked if we could “schedule the server’s downtime more efficiently.” I scheduled his account for deletion instead. The PFY thought that was a bit harsh. I told him to fuck off and upped the voltage on the server room door handle. Some lessons need to be learned the hard way.
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