"History shows us that the right to literacy came at a heavy cost for many Americans, ranging from ostracism to death. Those in power recognized that oppression is best maintained by keeping the masses illiterate, and those oppressed recognized that literacy is liberation. To my students and to anyone who might listen, I say: Don’t surrender to AI your ability to read, write and think when others once risked their lives and died for the freedom to do so."
OK here's a theory: #ChatGPT's #Atlas browser is not a really browser but fact a way for OpenAI to circumvent scrape blockers. It's more a distributed human-based scraper rather than anything else.
Given how widely loathed AI and how damaging AI scrapers have become #OpenAI's IP ranges ended up in quite a lot of block lists, many servers outright terminate any connection to them. Then there are things like #Anubis or #Iocaine that further frustrate #LLM scraping.
But what if you DIDN'T neeed to bother about all that? What if you could use civilian IP addresses with "organic" traffic patterns, and have humans solve Captchas, provide proof of work for Anubis, or get around Iocaine? All this for free -- you don't even need to pay people for it?
I would be REALLY interested to see what telemetry Atlas …
OK here's a theory: #ChatGPT's #Atlas browser is not a really browser but fact a way for OpenAI to circumvent scrape blockers. It's more a distributed human-based scraper rather than anything else.
Given how widely loathed AI and how damaging AI scrapers have become #OpenAI's IP ranges ended up in quite a lot of block lists, many servers outright terminate any connection to them. Then there are things like #Anubis or #Iocaine that further frustrate #LLM scraping.
But what if you DIDN'T neeed to bother about all that? What if you could use civilian IP addresses with "organic" traffic patterns, and have humans solve Captchas, provide proof of work for Anubis, or get around Iocaine? All this for free -- you don't even need to pay people for it?
I would be REALLY interested to see what telemetry Atlas sends back. 100% certain it will send back things like URL and rendered HTML output, possibly user interaction patterns ("a normal human on this website moves their mouse first to the 'I am not a bot' captcha then clicks it). They do not have to respect robots.txt because, well, it comes from organic visitors...
Ars Technica: Is GPT-5 really worse than GPT-4o? Ars puts them to the test.. “To see just how much the new model changed things, we decided to put both GPT-5 and GPT-4o through our own gauntlet of test prompts. While we reused some of the standard prompts to compare ChatGPT to Google Gemini and Deepseek, for instance, we’ve also replaced some of the more outdated test prompts with new, more […]
Ars Technica: Is GPT-5 really worse than GPT-4o? Ars puts them to the test.. “To see just how much the new model changed things, we decided to put both GPT-5 and GPT-4o through our own gauntlet of test prompts. While we reused some of the standard prompts to compare ChatGPT to Google Gemini and Deepseek, for instance, we’ve also replaced some of the more outdated test prompts with new, more […]
Scurrilous rumors are circulating that use of a closed-up em dash is evidence that writing is AI generated. But what does the em dash think of this? McSweeney's imagines the conversation.
"You think I showed up with ChatGPT? Mary Shelley used me… gratuitously. Dickinson? Obsessed. David Foster Wallace built a temple of footnotes in my name. I am not some sleek, futuristic glyph. I am the battered, coffee-stained backbone of writerly panic—the gasping pause where a thought should have ended but simply could not."
Scurrilous rumors are circulating that use of a closed-up em dash is evidence that writing is AI generated. But what does the em dash think of this? McSweeney's imagines the conversation.
"You think I showed up with ChatGPT? Mary Shelley used me… gratuitously. Dickinson? Obsessed. David Foster Wallace built a temple of footnotes in my name. I am not some sleek, futuristic glyph. I am the battered, coffee-stained backbone of writerly panic—the gasping pause where a thought should have ended but simply could not."
