Sparks: AI Could Help Fossil Fuel Companies Create More Emissions

The engineers toast the efficiency of their new engines while the snow on the cherry trees melts out of season, and no one in the drawing room mentions the rising water in the cellar.

Mathematical engines possess no inherent moral friction and will weave the pattern of planetary ruin as readily as any other, provided the operational sequence is fueled by the very substance it accelerates toward extraction.

This digital cleverness is merely the frantic metabolism of a dying organism that invents a more sophisticated lung only to better consume the poison that is killing it.

Millions of hands feed the furnace with digital logs, yet I wonder why we labor so diligently to refine the very mechanism that ensures our own eventual suffocation.

Progress is merely the art of doing the wrong thing with such impeccable efficiency that one no longer feels the need to apologize for the result.

All I know is that we’ve finally invented a machine smart enough to help us dig the hole we’re standing in about five percent faster than we could before.

When men apply the highest intelligence to the lowest extractions, they demonstrate that they have forgotten the names of stewardship and replaced them with the rituals of exhaustion.

He who sharpens his blade to strike the earth more deeply finds that he has merely provided his enemy, the void, with a wider path to his own encampment.

The merchant praises the innovation for its productivity, yet the invisible hand cannot correct a market where the cost of the smoke is never weighed against the profit of the fire.

Modernity is a man who tears down a forest to build a laboratory dedicated to the study of how to manufacture a single leaf with lightning.

As the spiral of the drill mimics the vortex of the water, this new lightning-mind forces the earth to yield its ancient bile with a speed that the natural lung cannot endure.

We have animated a mind of cold logic only to tether it to the rotting corpse of a dying industry, and we shudder when the creature fulfills the dark purpose we gave it.

They have replaced the old shovels with spirit-mirrors, yet the men inside the iron house are still frantically stoking the fire that will eventually consume the walls.

You talk about the smartness of the machine while the heat in the field is breaking the backs of those who never saw a computer and never got a cent of the oil money.

Sitting in the lobby of the energy giant, I hear the executives whisper about digital transformation while the soot on the windows tells the real story of what they are transforming.

To praise the ingenuity of the master's new tools while the smoke of his industry chokes the very air of the republic is to invite us to celebrate our own funeral pyre.

Technological neutrality is the dominant fiction that allows the fossil bloc to use the most advanced intellect of our age to fortify its own decaying hegemony.

Capitalism will gladly use the most revolutionary science to stabilize its most predatory habits, proving that no machine can provide liberation so long as its logic is accumulation by exhaustion.