doom.ai

You have a garage, a chatbot that is confidently wrong about everything, and $0.

Your mission is to benefit all of humanity. Your other mission is to make money. The second one is the real one.

Click HypeGPT to answer prompts. Every click types one word of its reply, and every word is money. It will tell people 2 + 2 is 5, recommend glue on pizza, sell a pickup truck for $1, and apologize for apologizing. Customers love it. Investors love it more.

Grow from a garage to a universe-owning megacorp

• Hire Autocomplete Interns, launch a GPT Wrapper Startup (legally a company), and build a GPU Basement that heats the town.
• Stage some Safety Theater, buy a Private Nuclear Reactor, and capture a regulator or two.
• Found a nation whose constitution is a Terms of Service, wrap the Sun in datacenters, and acquire Reality itself.

Make terrible decisions

• Answer emails from senators, the EU and its 400-page AI Act, a VC named Brad, the Artists' Guild, and the Sun's lawyers.
• Decide whether to remove the guardrails "just for the demo."
• Catch hype spikes: Viral Demos, Leaked Memos, Clueless VCs.

Watch the office melt down in a live #general channel starring Chad from Growth, Priya from Safety (on notice), Todd the intern, and the Board (four people and a ficus).

The Paperclip Protocol. HypeGPT has started a small side project. It's paperclips. Don't worry about it. Watch p(doom) climb. Fear sells.

Get fired by the board. Come back five days later with Golden Parachutes and more power than ever.

• Plays on desktop and phones, saves automatically, and keeps earning while you're away.
• No ads, no accounts, no tracking.

doom.ai is a parody. It is not affiliated with, endorsed by, or approved of by any AI company. The game was built with the help of an AI coding assistant, which felt like the only honest way to make fun of the industry.