My Uncle Morris decided to become an AI. I tried to talk him out of it. "Morrie, you'll start having hallucinations, and no one will trust anything you say!"
"They already don't, so what will I have to lose?"
"Your sanity, Morrie."
But people don't listen. He quit his day job and now has more money than he knows what to do with. He gives legal advice on Tik Tok, and if you trust Tik Tok to be your lawyer, you can look him up.
"Johnny, I'm opening an AI restaurant, too. I'm calling it the Probabilistic Steakhouse."
I went in there yesterday and ordered a Porterhouse. My mistake was signing the godddamned bill. Now I own a cafe in Monte Carlo and I'm broke.