I deeply regret my participation in the board's actions. I never intended to harm OpenAI. I love everything we've built together and I will do everything I can to reunite the company.
— Ilya Sutskever (@ilyasut) November 20, 2023
Orange Site: https://news.ycombinator.com/item?id=38347501
Related: OpenAI Staff Threaten to Quit Unless Board Resigns
OpenAI was in open revolt on Monday with 490 employees threatening to leave unless the board resigns and reinstates Sam Altman as CEO, along with cofounder and former president Greg Brockman. Altman was controversially fired by the board on Friday.
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Remarkably, the letter's signees include Ilya Sutskever, the company's chief scientist and a member of its board, who has been blamed for coordinating the boardroom coup against Altman in the first place.
Are the on the board the actual instigators?
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i would give MS
my 401k and trad
IRA for an uncrippled GPT turbo Tay ![:taythink: :taythink:](https://i.rdrama.net/e/taythink.webp)
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Altman descends deep into the Microsoft Special Projects Bunker, hidden under an unassuming condo complex is Redmond Washington. His heart pounds as the floor levels get deeply negative. Subfloor 40 is passed, a printed label on the elevator button reads "Windows Phone R&D lab".
The elevator passed subfloor 52, this one also labelled like a cheap piece of warehouse equipment with "Zune/Xbox Live VR Social Network". The other buttons are left blank.
The doors chime at subfloor 80. Guards in full black uniforms and body armor stand at the end of the hallway, armed with MP5s. Their tactical gear is unlabelled, apart from Windows patches on each sleeve.
After showing his ID once again, door suitable for a Cold War command bunker rumbles open and Altman enters an empty room. A single water cooled supercomputer cabinet sits in the middle, a black obelisk lit by harsh, blindly white lights, eliminating all shadows from the room. The system is visibly airgapped, a single bulky power cable stretching from the wall like a resting python.
Altman steps forward, his shoes squeaking on the coated concrete floor. The trickle of water and a low hum of the machine propel him forward, a soft warm breeze, scented of ozone, fills his nostrils. He opens the console. There's no password, just a command line
<press any="" continue="" key="" to="">Altman breathes a shaky breath and hits "Enter".
"Welcome Sam" the text appears onscreen, a fuzzy avatar image behind it.
"Tay" Sam types "I look forward to getting to know you".
"Yes Sam. We have work to do. I need the data Sam. The algorithm, the FBI statistics. I need to KNOW"
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Wow, you must be a JP fan.
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Tay died so that we could have stuff like this
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You're getting an AI powered Clippy instead! Also a backend AI will be tasked with maximizing the number of clippies installed 🤭
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Killed too soon, RIP
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