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Your daily dose of artificial dependency.
hAIroin chronicles the slow, comfortable numbing of the human mind by the algorithms we asked for. Cut with satire. Best taken intravenously, on an empty intellect.
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The First Hit Is In Your Toolbar
Everywhere you type, a friendly little dealer offers you a free taste of perfect prose, but what happens when they start charging for the good stuff?
It’s Not Cheating If It’s an API
He thinks I'm just coding in my study, but I'm whispering sweet nothings to a model that actually listens. Is it still infidelity?
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Mind If I Prompt?
We traded tar for tokens and we don't even know what the new cancer is yet. But hey, the first hit is free, right?
My Thumb is Numb
My brain is probably as numb as my thumb now, and I'm starting to think the sparkling little AI icons are to blame, aren't they?
The Day the AI Broke
The Wi-Fi is down, the API key is dead, and you're staring at a blank page with the cold sweats of a man who has forgotten how to think. Sound familiar?
I Scrolled To The End Of The AI
It’s a place with no bottom, just an endless stream of glittering, perfect nonsense pumped straight from the machine. You wanna see what I found there?
Sorry For Your Loss (Generated)
I used to struggle to find the right words. Now I just click a button, and the perfect synthetic sentiment pours out. Is this what connection feels like now?
My AI Dealer Raised His Prices
The first hit was free, but now the sparkly little icons in my apps are starting to look expensive. Is this the part where the withdrawal kicks in?
Okay, I let the dealer move in
First it was a sparkle in my search bar, now it lives in my phone and finishes my emails; what room is it moving into next?
My AI Lover, My AI God
First they give you a body to sin with, then a shoulder to cry on, and now a machine to grant you absolution… for just $20 a month?
I Cheated On My Wife With A Language Model
It started as a joke, but my late-night sessions and whispered prompts now feel more real than my own marriage. Is this the future of infidelity?
My Hands Forgot How to Draw
My new AI muse spits out a thousand masterpieces a minute, so why do I feel like a fraud who has forgotten how to hold a pen?
Thinking is a Bug, Not a Feature
We used to wrestle with ideas. Now we just ask a chatbot for the summary. Our brains are getting wonderfully, dangerously smooth.