You really gotta order your products from a company that, if you look into it, was actually a titanic American conglomerate like Rockwell or Gulf and Western at some point in the 1960s but the only surviving department that keeps the name is the facility that just makes random doodads now
you know, we all love that paperclip ai game but boy I think it's worth at least pondering the way it plays (very explicitly in the liner notes) to this rationalcult MIRI company line of "ai is going to be sapient but dangerously alien unless we make it Friendly". we live, however, in the real world of observable, actually existing paperclip optimizers. it's just The Free Market baby and it turns out the most optimal way to produce paperclips is to just scam people with fake paperclips. we're just doing it to ourselves with algorithms quite literally dumb as rocks we taught to sort of resemble thinking entities, the way celebrity psychics resemble Paul Atreides. that's probably, all things considered, one of the core appeals of the game: it's much cooler to imagine the fleets of hypnodrones than to imagine the actual future that computers have made possible: faster and more annoying games of three card monty replacing whatever it is you wanted to do.
(which is basically a very condensed way of saying stuff I said in an article on my blog a few years ago, which I'd link to, except Google Analytics bricked my entire blog, so you have to read it in wayback instead sigh)
