Not like “oh man I’m driving four hours to get to Fernie” road trips but like a
“I’m in the backseat of the family van and it smells like suitcases and I have my favourite pillow scrunched between the cracked leather seat and the windows and I’m staring at those black dots along the windows edge because why are those there? And its also 5:00am in Revelstoke and we’re about to stop at the borderline satirically named ‘La Baguette‘ for breakfast and the sun isn’t fully up but you can see the mountains”
Road trip. You know. One of those!
Maybe the robots will kill me first for saying this, but I hate AI. It’s a threat to creativity and our function as a species. Also, cheating isn’t cool.
