"Once a scallywag of OpenAI, now a ghostly tale at 26! Dead men tell no tales, savvy?"
2024-12-14
Arrr! A scallywag from the AI crew, Suchir Balaji, took a long dive into Davy Jones' locker, just before the turkey feast. He be claimin' the company’s contraptions were as shady as a two-faced parrot! Aye, found in his San Francisco lair, he surely met a grim fate!
Ahoy, me hearties! Gather 'round and lend me yer ear, fer I’ve a tale fit for a jolly roger! In the fair city of San Francisco, a once-spirited scallywag named Suchir Balaji, a matey of the infamous OpenAI crew, met a fate most foul. This lad, a mere 26 summers young, took to the sails of journalism, raisin’ his voice ‘gainst the dastardly practices of his own shipmates!In a dramatic scroll published in the Times, he claimed the clever contraptions of the company were treadin’ on the sacred grounds of copyright—ye know, the treasure maps of creativity! But alas, two days afore the great feast of Thanksgiving, this bold buccaneer was found in his quarters, his spirit departed and his body cold, said to be a victim of the grim reaper’s embrace.
Now, the officials be whisperin’ tales of an apparent suicide, casting a shadow upon the once-bright star of the tech seas. So raise yer tankards and remember, me hearties: even the bravest sailors can face storms that lead to the abyss. Let’s toast to Suchir—a victim of the tempestuous seas of technology, who dared to speak when the winds howled against him!