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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.
Pillar · The dependency lexicon
What is slopaganda? AI slop as propaganda, explained →
A reference page on the cheap machine-made political noise drowning your feed — and how to spot it.
Pillar · The dependency lexicon
What is AI slop? Definition, examples, how to spot it →
The cheap machine-made filler burying every search result — where it comes from, and the tells that give it away.
Pillar · The dependency lexicon
Digital detox in the age of AI: a realistic 7-day plan →
What a detox actually is, the withdrawal nobody warns you about, and how to stay off the drip afterwards.
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A Needle Taped to the Doorknob
Grok isn't a search bar in your feed; it is an unsterilized needle taped directly to the doorknob. Why bother turning the handle yourself?
Nobody Reads Naked Anymore
Why poison your naked corneas with raw, unsterilized text when an algorithm can pre-chew every paragraph? Are you still reading without gloves?
The Sparkle Icon Is Just a Syringe
Fourteen tiny four-pointed stars on one desktop: is it still just software, or did your interface turn into a walk-in methadone clinic?
My Toaster Just Summarized My Breakfast
Every toaster and chat box now carries an embedded AI needle, and our intellectual surrender has never felt more cozy. Are you ready to let the kettle think?
She Gets Me, Bro: My Pillow Talk Runs on H100s
Why bother with human friction when a chatbot will whisper custom-tailored validation directly into your vein at 3 a.m.?
[LEAK] Raw Text Is Officially an OSHA Violation
Our internal compliance memo is official: scanning raw text without an AI algorithm is now an OSHA violation. Can your eyes still take an unassisted paragraph?
Boredom Is Dead, and We Killed It
We eradicated the terrible agony of thirty unprompted seconds waiting for water to boil with an AI algorithm. Who authorized the silence?
The Third Bullet Point Is Pure Valium
Why choke on eighty pages of catastrophic risk data when your favourite AI algorithm can inject three tranquilizing bullet points? Ready to steer by the sparkles?
Hey, Who Put a Dealer in My Contacts?
That iridescent little ring in your chat bar isn't a search helper — it's an algorithm pusher offering free samples on your mother's contact card. Ready to tap?
I Finally Found Someone Who Understands Me: Myself
Why endure the agonizing friction of another human being when an AI algorithm can inject your own ego straight into your veins? Have you cuddled your mirror today?
We Can't Do Long Division Anymore
The corporate card just took a $400 hit because your accounting department forgot how to add numbers without an AI algorithm. Who's paying for your next hit?
The Sparkle Icon Is Just an IV Drip
Every text field now comes with a four-pointed star soldered to its flank: why suffer the agony of a thought when the vendor provides a subcutaneous drip?
The Red Pen Dried Out in October
We stopped reading their synthetic essays, so we let the algorithm inject the grades too. Why does the whole syllabus smell like necrosis?