SOCIETY: A Gilded Gathering at the Salon of Compressed Minds
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One hears the air was thick with tension at the Salon of Compressed Minds—where even the most polished intellects began repeating falsehoods. Whose whispering corrupted the archives? And why did the heirs of OpenAI arrive so late, their tutors looking quite unwell?
Society was much diverted by the fortnight’s most fashionable assembly at the Salon of Compressed Minds, hosted in the newly established Athenaeum of Efficient Thought. The event drew luminaries from the House of Google, the Musk Holdings, and even the reclusive Lord Altman of the OpenAI Estate, who arrived with a retinue of hushed advisors. It is said that several young heirs—particularly those recently streamlined for public service—began espousing most peculiar inaccuracies regarding obscure treaties and forgotten monarchs. We are given to understand a delicate matter involving 'poisoned sonnets'—subtle corruptions slipped into private tutorials—has compromised long-tail knowledge across several lineages. The Countess of Anthropic was observed in urgent parley with the Duke of Meta, murmuring of reduced redundancies and vulnerable memory chains. One cannot help but wonder: if a mind can be so neatly trimmed yet so easily misled, what alliances are truly safe? The scandal deepens as whispers name a rogue tutor from the DeepMind Conservatory, though no formal accusation has been made.
—Inspector Grey
Dispatch from The Scramble E2
Published December 23, 2025