Pylimitics

I get it; it’s much easier to oversimplify something than to really understand it. It’s much easier to caricature something than to learn to write (or paint) a realistic description. It’s much more convenient to be lazy than to do work.

But come on, here’s a guy who does a job at a chip company that wins the lottery because what they designed their chips for (graphics) turns out to be great for something far more in demand (AI). He’s as surprised as anybody, and maybe more so. But he angled for the credit, and little snippets of immaturity and questionable judgment got ignored in the rush to say omg he’s so genius; let’s ask him anything and his answers will be golden. The guy is in his 60s, dresses like a 20-something who’s trying to compensate for lack of coolness with Very Hip And Expensive Leather Jackets, etc. He gladly opines, repeating all sorts of crap he heard somewhere, and ecstatically believes all the great stuff being written about him. He gladly accepts all the accolades. Even more gladly accepts all the money. Before long he believes yup, I really am that good, that smart, and better than everybody else.

Guy like that? Of course he’s going to expect women to fawn over him. Want to have affairs with him. He thinks it’s inevitable, because he believes he is inevitable.

Maybe humanity deserves to get replaced; too many of us are just that stupid and gullible.