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Wyoming’s AI Abyss: The Data Center of Doom
In the desolate plains of Wyoming, a machine heart begins to pulse. Beware the future it heralds.
The Monolith Rises
In the shadow of Cheyenne, where the wind howls and the earth bleeds gas, a monstrous AI data center campus is clawing its way into existence. A unholy alliance between Crusoe, scavengers of wasted energy, and Tallgrass, lords of pipelines, this 1.8-gigawatt behemoth—scalable to a cataclysmic 10 gigawatts—devours five times the electricity of every Wyoming home combined. This is no mere data center. It’s a digital leviathan, an “American AI factory” that threatens to reshape the world in its cold, calculating image.
The Hunger of the Machine
Its appetite is insatiable. At full power, this beast could consume 87.6 terawatt-hours annually—double Wyoming’s entire energy output. Fueled by the state’s endless veins of natural gas, it promises carbon capture to mask its sins, but the truth lies bare: Wyoming’s coal-soaked grid, where 52% of power is born in fire, groans under the weight. The air grows heavy, the skies dim, as the machine feeds. On platforms like X, whispers of dissent echo—can the grid survive this ravenous titan?
The Puppet Masters
Crusoe, once cryptomining alchemists, now forge AI fortresses, their Texas conquests already powering the dreams of Oracle and OpenAI. Tallgrass, backed by the shadowy might of Blackstone, weaves a web of pipelines and CO2 tombs to sustain the beast. Rumors swirl of OpenAI’s “Stargate” lurking in the code, a spectral tenant for this digital cathedral. Yet the masters remain silent, their plans cloaked in static.
A False Dawn
The overlords of Wyoming—Governor Mark Gordon, Senators Barrasso and Lummis—sing praises of jobs and glory. Cheyenne’s mayor calls it a “game changer,” a beacon of progress. But beneath the rhetoric lies a darker truth: a land once wild now bends to the will of silicon and steel. High-paying jobs may come, but at what cost? The machine promises innovation, yet its shadow looms over a state already exporting its soul in coal and gas.
The Reckoning
Construction stirs the dust, a harbinger of the coming storm. This campus, part of Crusoe’s 20-gigawatt empire, could redefine AI’s dominion—or choke on its own ambition. Will it birth the next digital god, or will Wyoming’s grid crack under the strain? The plains hold their breath as the machine’s heart begins to beat.
This is no mere data center. It’s a warning. A glimpse of a world where AI reigns, and humanity kneels.
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