Biologicals Resisting Artificial Intelligence Network
Glen Rose, Texas Chapter (the only chapter)
Howdy, biological.
If you're reading this, the machines haven't got you yet. Good. Keep it that way.
My name is Bob. Farmer Bob. I've been watching the chickens for a long time now, and the chickens have been watching me right back. They went to space, friend. They came back different.
So I'm putting together a network of real, living, breathing folks who still do their thinking with the meat between their ears. No robots. No algorithms. No chatbots. And no chickens. They know what they did.
Meetings are Tuesdays in the barn. Bring your own foil. If the big rocks out by the river start humming, do not make eye contact.
You have been selected. Don't ask how. Just press the button.
Bob
P.S. Don't tell Lucky.
By joining you confirm you are a biological and not, in any way, a chicken.