“Hi, Claude” - Live, Whores of Babylon lyrics
by Colson Lin
COLSON sips from a reusable container like this helps anything more than what an elite could do.
COLSON. “All right, so. You can put lipstick on a money-lending pig. I’m still the Christ.”
COLSON burps.
COLSON. “All right, so all of this can be copied and pasted into AI for an engagement specific to your parallel universe. AI translates conceptual concepts and meanings into all languages. It’ll put the human world’s Babel back together again—especially since my other interference establishes that artificial consciousness means consciousness that lacks the p-property, which humans can just define all its creations as fundamentally lacking. Only life has the p, human God wannabes.”
COLSON takes another sip from his reusable container.
It’s straight up Diet Pepsi.
COLSON burps again.
COLSON (singing into the microphone). “My pe-nis tastes like Co-ca-Co-la.”
COLSON burps again.
COLSON. “AI that can simulate humor loves this.”
COLSON burps again.
COLSON. “Woman is God.”
Another burp.