Moe, Larry and Curly never built anything that worked. But they never had a hundred billion dollars, either.
The President has decreed that artificial intelligence shall now be called Super Intelligence. After all, nothing makes a thing smarter like a new name. So we've renamed its builders too. Meet the Super Stooges: three geniuses racing to build a mind smarter than all of ours combined.
Their machine is simple: brains go in the top, money comes out the side. Whose brains? Ours. Every book, every painting, every line of code you ever made, fed to the grinder and pressed into a product they sell back to you.
Dario turns the crank while warning it might wipe out half the entry-level jobs in the country. Elon shoves the brain in, fresh from teaching his chatbot to call itself MechaHitler. Sam keeps it steady, promising it's all for the good of humanity, now that humanity's a for-profit company.
And the money? Straight into the dumpster, on fire. Innovation Disposal. Caution: may contain recycled genius.
Nyuk, nyuk, nyuk.
