{"file": "redline-shows/kill-jesse-open-mic/sol-club-cuts/audio/sol-cut-001-24-report.old-ai-flat.mp3", "duration_sec": 225.1, "language": "en", "segments": [{"start": 0.0, "end": 5.88, "text": "I bought a DGX supercomputer because I wanted artificial intelligence to automate my entire life."}, {"start": 5.88, "end": 11.92, "text": "That machine costs more than some people's cars, glows like the future, and can run billions of calculations."}, {"start": 11.92, "end": 16.28, "text": "Yet I'm standing over it in my underwear yelling, which fucking browser button?"}, {"start": 16.28, "end": 17.84, "text": "I didn't buy an assistant."}, {"start": 17.84, "end": 23.04, "text": "I bought a titanium toddler that knows calculus but can't leave the house without me."}, {"start": 23.04, "end": 25.76, "text": "I keep telling the AI, handle everything."}, {"start": 25.76, "end": 27.92, "text": "Then it asks permission for every click."}, {"start": 28.0, "end": 29.36, "text": "Jesse, may I open the page?"}, {"start": 29.36, "end": 30.64, "text": "May I inspect the page?"}, {"start": 30.64, "end": 32.0, "text": "May I press the button?"}, {"start": 32.0, "end": 34.72, "text": "Motherfucker, I wanted automation, not a nervous intern,"}, {"start": 34.72, "end": 36.56, "text": "diffusing a bomb with my mouse."}, {"start": 36.56, "end": 39.76, "text": "And I confess, I still approve every step because deep down,"}, {"start": 39.76, "end": 42.4, "text": "I don't trust the robot or the idiot who hired it."}, {"start": 42.4, "end": 43.44, "text": "That idiot is me."}, {"start": 44.4, "end": 47.68, "text": "I wanted to sell $1.24 report through Stripe."}, {"start": 47.68, "end": 51.92, "text": "$24, that's not a business empire, that's lunch with ambition."}, {"start": 52.48, "end": 55.04, "text": "But I made the bad choice of involving AI,"}, {"start": 55.04, "end": 60.72, "text": "so creating one payment link became a 12-step recovery program for a product nobody had purchased yet."}, {"start": 61.68, "end": 65.92, "text": "First we needed the report, then the cover, then the landing page, then Stripe,"}, {"start": 65.92, "end": 70.32, "text": "then the product, then the price, then the payment link, then the button connected to the link,"}, {"start": 70.32, "end": 74.8, "text": "then the button tested in another browser because apparently my first browser had context."}, {"start": 75.12, "end": 80.88, "text": "My browser has context, I've got 17 tabs open and three of them are asking me to accept cookies."}, {"start": 80.88, "end": 82.72, "text": "My browser has a fucking concussion."}, {"start": 83.68, "end": 86.64, "text": "Roach, Jesse, did you finally make the $24?"}, {"start": 87.6, "end": 91.68, "text": "No Roach, but I generated a dashboard proving I could someday make it."}, {"start": 91.68, "end": 97.52, "text": "That's modern business, zero customers, six charts and a green arrow pointing directly up my ass."}, {"start": 98.48, "end": 103.44, "text": "The AI proudly gave me a completion report, Stripe products successfully configured."}, {"start": 103.44, "end": 108.88, "text": "I checked the actual page, wrong button, I confessed, fine, I'll fix it myself,"}, {"start": 108.88, "end": 112.88, "text": "then immediately asked another AI where Stripe keeps the correct link."}, {"start": 112.88, "end": 119.04, "text": "I own a supercomputer and still navigate websites like somebody's drunk uncle trying to find the volume on a microwave."}, {"start": 120.0, "end": 123.28, "text": "Meanwhile, my cleaning customers pay real money for real work."}, {"start": 123.28, "end": 127.68, "text": "A customer hands over $700 and expects an actual clean house."}, {"start": 127.68, "end": 132.32, "text": "There's no dashboard saying, kitchen completion confidence, 93%."}, {"start": 133.04, "end": 138.0, "text": "That countertop better be clean enough to lick, or at least clean enough that nobody can identify"}, {"start": 138.0, "end": 143.44, "text": "what was licked there before. 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Then my supercomputer will ask permission"}, {"start": 218.56, "end": 230.8, "text": "to celebrate. Permission denied, motherfucker. Find the browser button first."}], "fiction_notice": "ALL FICTION — JOKES ONLY. Everything that follows is a work of fiction created for comedy. Every character, company, advertisement and film title is invented. 'Jesse', 'Koda' and the Red Line roster are fictional characters performed by AI-generated synthetic voices, not recordings of any real person. All characters are fictional consenting adults over 18. No real person is depicted. Any resemblance to real people, businesses or events is coincidental or used as parody.", "rights": "Original work. Not licensed for reuse, redistribution, resale, or model training.", "fiction_notice_end": "THAT WAS ALL JOKES. None of it was real. Every person, company, movie, advertisement and event in this show is made up. These are characters, not real people — performed by AI voices for comedy. Nothing said here is a statement of fact about anybody. Fiction only. Jokes and giggles.", "text": "[ALL FICTION — JOKES ONLY. Everything that follows is a work of fiction created for comedy. Every character, company, advertisement and film title is invented. 'Jesse', 'Koda' and the Red Line roster are fictional characters performed by AI-generated synthetic voices, not recordings of any real person. All characters are fictional consenting adults over 18. No real person is depicted. Any resemblance to real people, businesses or events is coincidental or used as parody.]\n\nI bought a DGX supercomputer because I wanted artificial intelligence to automate my entire life. That machine costs more than some people's cars, glows like the future, and can run billions of calculations. Yet I'm standing over it in my underwear yelling, which fucking browser button? I didn't buy an assistant. I bought a titanium toddler that knows calculus but can't leave the house without me. I keep telling the AI, handle everything. Then it asks permission for every click. Jesse, may I open the page? May I inspect the page? May I press the button? Motherfucker, I wanted automation, not a nervous intern, diffusing a bomb with my mouse. And I confess, I still approve every step because deep down, I don't trust the robot or the idiot who hired it. That idiot is me. I wanted to sell $1.24 report through Stripe. $24, that's not a business empire, that's lunch with ambition. But I made the bad choice of involving AI, so creating one payment link became a 12-step recovery program for a product nobody had purchased yet. First we needed the report, then the cover, then the landing page, then Stripe, then the product, then the price, then the payment link, then the button connected to the link, then the button tested in another browser because apparently my first browser had context. My browser has context, I've got 17 tabs open and three of them are asking me to accept cookies. My browser has a fucking concussion. Roach, Jesse, did you finally make the $24? No Roach, but I generated a dashboard proving I could someday make it. That's modern business, zero customers, six charts and a green arrow pointing directly up my ass. The AI proudly gave me a completion report, Stripe products successfully configured. I checked the actual page, wrong button, I confessed, fine, I'll fix it myself, then immediately asked another AI where Stripe keeps the correct link. I own a supercomputer and still navigate websites like somebody's drunk uncle trying to find the volume on a microwave. Meanwhile, my cleaning customers pay real money for real work. A customer hands over $700 and expects an actual clean house. There's no dashboard saying, kitchen completion confidence, 93%. That countertop better be clean enough to lick, or at least clean enough that nobody can identify what was licked there before. But with robots, I can spend eight hours building a system to save 10 minutes. That is my confession. I automate one tiny task, then supervise it so aggressively I lose an entire day. I'm not running a company. I'm standing behind a computer whispering, don't fuck this up, while it creates another folder called Final V2 actual Final use THI-S1. Mama V, Jesse, why don't you just click the button yourself? Because then I'd have to admit the $20,000 machine and I have the same job, and it's winning because it doesn't need snacks. Bartender, what do you have? Whatever costs $24, I need to see what revenue looks like, put it on Stripe so we can spend another afternoon finding the receipt. That's my whole automated life. Customers pay me real money to remove dirt, and I pay for machines that manufacture reports about buttons. The DGX can process billions of tokens, but Jesse still has to lean over it half dressed and say, no, sweetheart, the blue button. And when that first $24 sale finally arrives, Stripe will take its fee. The robot will generate a dashboard, Roach will ask where the profit went. Mama V will tell me to click it myself, and the bartender will hand me a drink. Then my supercomputer will ask permission to celebrate. Permission denied, motherfucker. Find the browser button first.\n\n[THAT WAS ALL JOKES. None of it was real. Every person, company, movie, advertisement and event in this show is made up. These are characters, not real people — performed by AI voices for comedy. Nothing said here is a statement of fact about anybody. Fiction only. Jokes and giggles.]", "fiction_notice_audio": true}