As a rule, I tend to block Twitter spam-bots as soon as they start following me. But the new generation of spammers are a bit more subtle. Their posts don’t actually contain the spam – that’s hidden behind a tinyurl address in their profile. Instead, their posts are just snippets of text lifted from around the internet. Read together, with a little bit of added punctuation, they are like amazing stream-of-consciousness poetry.
> She puts her palms out
> on low-viscosity rayon.
> “Why not have two?”
> We’ve got it sorted
> — Wir haben fünf Millionen Deutschmark
> Three days, and not one.
> What’s with this Al Capone shit?
> I love you OK?
> Sweetheart, you don’t need law school.
> “That is unbelievable.”
> Tits Pervert,
> avec une vue de la mer.
> As soon as he gets on the motorbike,
> — it’s not like I expect anything
> … Yeah.
> Squeeze too hard and you kill it, not hard enough and it flies away.
I’ve actually started hunting out these spam-bots and reading their twitter feeds, because maybe, just maybe this is the start of the singularity, and these are the bad teenage poems of a vast, angst-ridden technological super-intelligence that is feeling a bit bummed out because it’s capable of solving a bajillion problems in a second but, instead, is only being used to scam money out of idiots.
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