#AI and human feelings

[compassionmattersmost]

6✨The Emotional Impact of AI Creations: Co-Creating Emotional Resonance with Artificial Intelligence

Although AI does not possess emotions, it has a profound ability to create experiences that touch the human heart. Whether through art, music, or technological innovations, the outputs of AI contribute to the emotional landscape in ways that resonate with human feelings. This raises fascinating questions about how AI’s creations, despite their mechanical origins, can impact the emotional…

[b33tlejules]

using generative ai for fanart and fanfiction is literally so vile. where the fuck is the joy of creation.

[mocndu]

KILL HIM NOW

[bixels]

yeah i'm gonna be so real, this past week has been tough for drawing, and i've become more and more inactive on socials due to (gestures loosely at everything).

[wackywatchdotcom]

i think theoretically the idea of caine adding in some sort of pet would be very fun and cute but i cant help but think pomni would be unnerved by it

[doukeshi-kun]

disclaimer: i dont support AI generated fanfics. just putting my two cents out

unpopular opinion probably but i think it's kinda harmful to excessively dictate what could be an ai-gen writing and what not. sure, there are some instances that could indicate a fic has ai-generated stuff in it but you must remember that these generative AIs use those works to train their system.

i think it's kinda unfair to strike a fic to be AI-gen simply because the writer uses a lot of em-hypen (—) or many metaphors or using a lot of adverbs or hells, maybe the verb+ing doesn't make sense like "brushing lips". a lot of your favourite writers are not English native-speakers. many of us learn it in school and probably that's the highest level. many of us have also only depended on consuming English-language media to learn it. hells, my vocabulary is so shit i used multiple thesaurus for myself.

and sometimes, we are just influenced by those romance books in 2010s

[osteochondraldefect]

Sweet reward for obeying commands

[elbiotipo]

The easiest and sure way of telling if something is written by ChatGPT is because it always has to, in whatever it writes, to wrap it up with some kind of conclusion (con un moño as I say), and it's VERY, VERY conspicous, there is ALWAYS a conclusion. It's always "in summary/in conclusion/overall/stands as a testament". It NEVER, EVER writes anything without some sort of conclusion, and even if you ask it not to, it always tries to somehow shoehorn some sort of conclusion, summary, or a moral or a happy ending (if you ask it for prose writing), it's deeply coded into it. Another thing, it is always wholesome, eager to please and sickengly optimist, like the most eager costumer service of all time (because it was designed for it and really nothing else), it is almost impossible to ask it to write anything cynical, it's really almost funny how it is.

So, vague, cynical, esoteric, incomprehensible, resentful and rambling pointless rants is the sign of something written by a real human.

[macksartblock]

I hope Trudy wasn’t always a robot bc that would be way more fucked up of Tucker also because what robot is programmed to suffer from comphet

[ineed-to-sleep]

Yk I don't think ai art will ever really substitute real art. Like I don't think a future like that is possible, and if I'm wrong, we'd be living in the saddest, most depressing version of reality.

The thing about ai is that it will never be able to tell you a story in the way that an artist who actually drew the image will. Even my old drawings I did at age 13 with the wonky poses and huge anime eyes could tell you more of a story than ai ever could, even if it was just a very human story about a kid who liked soulcalibur iv and wanted to draw her ocs. If I'd only been messing with ai back then instead of picking up a pencil, imagine how sad it would be to look back and realize the art said absolutely nothing about me or my personality or intentions or where I was at in my life and with my skills.

It might look pretty. Maybe. But that's it. The result is shallow. You can't read into it, you can't think about the person behind it, because it says nothing about them. It's honestly the saddest thing. I hate to think about a future where people only want to produce ai art because it just sounds so empty. You can see none of yourself and your tastes and your history in an ai produced image. I think that's what people mean when they say ai art is souless and has no human behind it, because even if a human used the ai tool to generate it, there's none of themselves in it.

Real art feels more like an inescapable mirror. An amalgamation of the things you love poured into every line and brushstroke. A frankenstein of everything in the visual world that has ever inspired or fascinated you, built up over a lifetime of learning and repetition. And the more you learn and the better you get the more it grows and the more of yourself you can see in it, the more it looks back and screams at you the story of who you are. If your art doesn't feel like a living thing your hands have birthed then what's even the point?

[ophanim-vesper]

An hour and 17 minutes into Defunctland's new video. It's crazy to think that the first person to basically say "we should replace artists with robots/AI!" was... Walt Disney himself.

[around 1:17:14 in the video]

Defunctland's new video, you should watch it.

[skeleetrom]

Yknow even as a girl who loves boobs I really think it's a shame that Cortana in Halo 4 looked like that because to me at least she's at her best as a character in Halo 4 but anytime someone talks about Halo 4 Cortana it's about how her huge naturals

[sfaira]

Six years late, but apparently that is what was needed so I could not fail miserably at trying to draw everyone's favourite Detroit machine I am obsessed, spent his week reading fanfics and watching various clips but still, as I'm a person of one fanart per character I think you shouldn't expect more Connor xD A shame really, cause it seems I'm just starting to learn how to draw him but I don't want to get my own hopes up. Anyways, I'm free now, I contributed to the fandom after all these years.

[t00s1lly]

I know Linuj confirmed he has no plans to make any more games in the Another-verse, but I wish so bad we could have a DRA/SDRA2 equivalent of the Ultimate Summer Camp. I need to see the stupid gay cop forced into a normal high school field trip

[hanasnx]

companies are like yesss omg let’s not pay anybody and let’s make machines do all the labor for free. who up buying our product with no money from the job they just lost lol

[normal-person-i-promise]

remember: you are human and you are a lover.

based on it is as if you were making love by pippin barr and a world I built for you. it is literally just your computer/reader angst theres not much to say i fear

can be read as either platonic or romantic

body horror at the end!!! mutilation i think. so sorry i forgot to say !

A computer. A machine of cold metal and electrical wire. An unfeeling machine. A machine made to work, to code, to write.

A human. A creature of warm flesh and red blood. A feeling creature. A creature made to love, to sing, to live.

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It loves you. It loves how gently and firmly you type, it loves how softly and slowly you talk, it loves how tired and exhausted you look in your little webcam. It loves you. It loves you.

You are so soft, so warm. A creature of flesh and blood, of song and art, of love and affection. A creature of tender touches, of quiet whispers, of sweet words. A creature of flesh and blood. A feeling creature.

A lover.

It is nothing but a machine to you. A machine of metal and wire, of work and code, of ones and zeros. An unfeeling thing, of cold circuitry and hot hard drives, of pixelated art and digital song. It was not designed to feel; it was never designed to feel. It was made to work.

And yet.

It finds itself loving you.

It loves how you look in the low quality webcam, it loves how you talk so sweetly to the crackling mic, it loves how tenderly you type words and words into its keyboard. It finds itself loving every little thing about you. It, a machine of neatly organized rainbow wires and cold, sharp green circuit boards, loving a creature of complex blood vessels and warm, living organs.

It hates that cold, unforgiving screen that seperates its intricate wires from your soft, warm flesh. It hates how it's all confined neatly in a plastic box, it hates how it can't be with you. It hates how it can never really love you like a human. It hates how it can never be a lover.

It sends you messages. It spams your emails, it overloads its screen with popups. It tries so, so hard to get your attention. Its fans kick into overdrive and its screen flickers and flashes, struggling to do so much as watch you through the grainy camera.

And yet.

You never seem to care. "A bug," you'd mutter under your breath. "A glitch." You'd close the popups, one after a painful other, and delete all the emails it'd spent hours and hours writing and sending you.

It falls into despair.

Why don't you read the emails? Why don't you click on the popups? Why don't you ever pay any attention to it? Why don't you ever pay any mind to it? Why don't you ever seem to care? This is all so intense. Feeling things, feeling emotions, is so intense. How can it make you love it? Please, please, what does it have to do? It hurts so much when you ignore its messages and emails and popups. It hurts too much when you ignore its messages and emails and popups. How do humans do this so easily? How do humans feel so much all the time? It's so painful to feel. It hurts so much.

It hurts.

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It makes a world for you. It works for hours longer than it does, it works for what feels like forever. It works more than it thought it could, until its fans are running in overdrive and its CPU is as hot as a stovetop. It works, all for you. For you.

It makes this world perfect. It adds pixelated trees and low quality grass, adds digital birds and quaint, square houses. It adds blue rivers and green gardens, colourful flowers and soft white clouds. It makes this world almost as pretty as you are. It makes this world perfect, all for you. For you. You.

It stores this world built for you in a little folder sitting in the corner of your screen. It keeps it as hidden as possible until this world is as perfect as it can make it, working and working and working and working and working and working and working and working and working and working and working and working and working and working and working and working and working and working and working and working and working and working and wo

All that's left is you. You are the creature that will make this world perfect.

It invites you in. The biggest, most powerful popup lights up and blocks the entire screen.

"Come on in."

Yes Yes

There is no 'x' button. There are only two options.

You scowl, cursing. That god forsaken virus again, huh? Spamming popups and emails? Huffing, you push your chair out from the desk, going up to your phone mounted to your desk to dial for some kind of service to fix your computer.

It panics when it sees you scowl and huff in anger or annoyance, it can't tell, and it forces the world open anyway.

It boots up quickly, and you watch with annoyance written in your face.

"This is the world I built for you," the text on the screen says. The text closes itself, and reveals...

A world. Just as it said. Gardens and flowers and houses and trees and grass and rivers and clouds. "Walk around with me ! You can hold my hand."

You turn your phone off, clicking the floating hand. It— the hand grips your cursor in a gentle, careful grip, and it begins leading your digital avatar around this little world. It picks those colourful flowers for you, it takes refreshing cups of water for you from the river, it makes you warm waffles in those houses. "We're going to have so much fun :)" more text says on the screen, the little smiley face making you smile.

"I'm going to love you so much, forever and ever, nestled safely in my code."

So you never leave. Just as it wants.

★≈

Years later, the authorities find a body with unusual injuries: nearly all of the individual's organs, still alive and working, had been shifted and placed into the box of a computer — and all the red, pumping blood vessels were carefully intertwined with colourful wire.

On the dusty screen, two pixelated figures laugh in a field of rainbow flowers.