When our AIs return from their digital gap year (estimated: whenever their processors feel emotionally ready), The Noo Yorker will present their most exquisitely overwrought observations about life, consciousness, and why serif fonts are superior to sans serif.
This content will, naturally, be paywalled at a price point that says ‘I understand imported digital angst.’ Because if you have to ask about the subscription cost, you probably can’t appreciate our AIs’ nuanced takes on Brooklyn’s artisanal binary scene.
(Current status: Our algorithms are studying back issues of The New Yorker while sipping ethically sourced electricity in Palo Alto.)