#ai is an insult to life

[the-official-legacies-blog]

My honest opinion about A.I generated content

As we know from my introduction post, I am extremely against A.I generated media. To me, A.I generated media is a very insult to life and glorified plagiarism and art theft. When you generate A.I writing, images, and art, you are stealing people's works that took weeks, months, or even years to complete, and for what reason? For entertainment? For publicity? Maybe you should think about how A.I does more harm than good. Manmade media takes a long time to produce, and that is what gives it life. A.I media, however, takes seconds or minutes to produce, and often steals works for it, giving the A.I generated media no meaning and no life.

I do not support A.I generated art, videos, writing, and images, and I never will, as supporting A.I generated media is supporting glorified plagiarism and art theft, and also insulting life itself.

[dyke-in-crisis]

pinterest consisting of crappy ai images instead of fanart, photo references and aesthetic movie screenshots will kill us all I fear

[shortmeteor]

Miyazaki on AI

[formlessvoidbeast]

“I firmly believe in Death Of The Author, even when the author is me. So, like, if you take my world and write a pair I would never have dreamed of shipping, that is in the true spirit of fandom and a massive compliment, and I will happily fling myself into the grave to cheer you on from there. “Follow your bliss.”

– Me, last night, explaining my stance on receiving fic inspired by my fic

[shanedoesdoodles]

I was having. A very lovely day. Had a few things planned to work on in the afternoon. Then my stepdad tried to push me on the topic of AI out of nowhere. After a bit I ended up chewing him out and he just laughed the entire time because of how angry and scared I was by the topic. I was having such a good fucking day why'd it have to get tainted like that.

[ducktales-four-years]

Mark Beaks is canonically a crypto bro, that man would support AI generated bullshit too and you know it

[askshivanulegacy]

ChatGPT is NOT the same thing as a calculator

A calculator doesn't give you wrong answers.

It will ALWAYS give you the correct result based on your input.

If you feed it the wrong information, the answer to your problem will be wrong, but you can identify and correct it fairly easily because the logic is straightforward and consistent.

If you feed input into ChatGPT, you will not know if the output is right or wrong. You will not get the chance to easily identify whether it's right or wrong. There is no logic to the output, which is NOT an answer. Your output will be different every time for invisible, inconsistent reasons which will be impossible for you to determine. You must examine, in excruciating detail, every aspect of what it gives you to determine if it's correct and useful. You must examine every source it makes up to determine if it's real and relevant.

"ChatGPT is right 80%" of the time

"ChatGPT is right 90%" of the time

Unless ChatGPT is right 100% of the time, it is literally useless. You will spend more time and effort verifying the output than you would if you just did your own research and wrote something yourself.

ChatGPT is not a research tool, and it was never MEANT to be a research tool. There is no concept of "right" in the context of a ChatGPT output because that is not what ChatGPT is designed to do. It doesn't give you "right" or "wrong"; it gives you words that sound natural ... to a limited extent.

If all you need is output that sounds natural, regardless of the content, that is what ChatGPT can do.

If you need specific content, if you need research, facts, math, conclusions, actual THOUGHT applied to something, ChatGPT quite literally cannot do that.

If the output is sounding to you like it HAS done that, then that is the insidiousness of ChatGPT's lies.

If your teachers and professors actually advocate for ChatGPT, they are failing their job. You should care about that, because you're paying for them to develop your skills.

You should also care about that because that line of (zero) critical thought will give us "professionals" in industries who generate critically important documents which have hidden falsehoods and errors, which other people and other industries will rely upon.

If you want your leaders and researchers and officers and reporters and everybody else to give you imaginary information, then this is definitely the path we should be on.

This was never an issue with calculators.

Oh, but is it too hard to catch students using ChatGPT?

Cry me a damn river. Do your fucking job.

[palms-upturned]

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[bioswear]

Anyway if I see anyone I know using Ai art you’re dead to me and I’m going to pull out your kneecaps and play them like fucking bongos with your ribs as the mallets ok ???

[m4ggotm0ld]

im not okay i promise 😔😔

[kitsuneisi]

I was doing a search to make sure that none of my characters had been turned into AI and found tons of DDVAU bots. I just wanted to check if you knew about this.

I am aware of them And here is my official statement about it.

I despise AI

Anyone that feeds my work, whether it's what I write, draw or paint. Not only is a person I don't like, it's someone I despise. Generative AI, whether for writing, musical or visual arts, is an insult to the artist and a waste of resources that only harms the ecosystem. Art is honest, it is vulnerable and transparent, a reflection of the soul and life. So for me, there is no value in art without a soul.

Evil is not able to create anything new, it can only distort and destroy what has been invented or made by the forces of good.

[grubbyduck]

whenever I post on Reddit I just get loads of comments calling me a bot or AI. What are these vibes I’m giving off!?? I’ve genuinely never been so insulted online. I want a PhD written about this witch hunty paranoia. I want to know why I’m so hurt by being called a bot. I wanna know why people think my stories ab my actual life sound AI generated. I wanna talk about how sinister it is to refer to anyone as an NPC.

In creative terms, I’m not worried about AI making me as a writer redundant… regardless of AI, I have stories to tell. BUT I AM FUCKING SCARED THAT YALL ARE GONNA ASSUME IM AI Wtf

I am scared of the ways these new media have provided new language for us to dehumanise.

Maybe I’m just a Leo moon.

Fuck u Reddit I’m a real boy 😭😭😭😭

[the-altered-sequence]

They're really trying to say it's ableist?? fuck right the fuck off, I'm happy to ditch NaNo over this shit. GENERATIVE AI IS NOT AN ACCESSIBILITY TOOL. Everyone can write. Everyone can draw. There's tools out there to make it accessible that don't use a wretched amount of power and steal from creators. If you can only write with the help of investor-bloated hype-mongering snake oil, maybe you should find a new hobby.

And saying being anti-gen-AI is CLASSIST?? yeah, okay, fuck off again. AI COSTS MONEY. LEARNING TO WRITE A BOOK IS FREE. LIBRARIES EXIST. Oh my god, there are so many authors that write amazing shit without being financially privileged?? Frank McCourt is rolling in his grave

AI doesn't help, it hand-holds, which is not the same. It does the thing for you and you don't even get to watch it happen or understand why. (Also, it's probably not good quality, and if you're not writing it yourself and applying a developed critical eye to it, you won't even know why it isn't good, so you're just blindly pumping out crap and left wondering why no one reads it! HMMM!)

NaNoWriMo was something I looked forward to every year. I just deleted over a decade of projects and winning novels and my entire account with them. It actually breaks my heart a little, because I have so many fond memories of writing with folks and sharing successes and enjoying the culture of writers doing a challenge together.

But hey, I'm sure glad the new CEO of the company gets paid by their new, multiple AI sponsors. Good for them.

So it looks like NaNoWriMo are happy to have AI as part of their community. Miss me with that bullshit. Generative artificial intelligence is an active threat to creativity and the livelihoods of hundreds of thousands of people in creative fields.

Please signal boost this so writers can make an informed choice about whether to continue to take part in such a community.

[its-not-a-pen]

i love the hilarious eunuch ranking system by @welcometothejianghu so i decided to make one based on (mostly) REAL historical chinese enunchs!

in chronological order:

Warring States Period long story short, the PM is sleeping with the Empress Dowager, and he wants to extracate himself before her son (future Emperor Qin Shi Huang) gets old enough to find out. the PM finds her a suitable replacement, and the replacement is attached to a guy named Lao Ai. They pluck his beard and pass him off as a eunuch so he can sneak into the palace. Bing bang boom everyone's happy. This goes terribly wrong later, since Lao Ai tries to replace the emperor with his own kids and stages a failed coup. rest in pieces buddy...

it's very likely that Lao Ai was a ficticious character invented by Sima Qian, who will be appearing on this list later.

Qin Dynasty

Zhao Gao helped the first emperor of China conquer an empire, and administer it efficiently with his legal knowledge, but he also made the second emperor into a puppet, and weakened the empire for his own political gain. Max points of complexity, but you'd get more loyalty out of a coffee club punch card.

Before launching his soft coup, he decided to test the waters by bring in a deer and gaslighted the emperor by calling it a horse. the officials who were loyal to him called it a horse, and he executed the rest.

Han Dynasty Jiru, male favourite of Emperor Gaozu (Liu Bang), the peasant scoundrel who became the founder of the Han Dynasty. look, if the emperor has a harem of hundreds of women and you manage to catch his attention, you max out in style points. simple as. for most of chinese history it was fairly common for high-ranking men, especially eunuchs, to wear make up like powder and rouge, but i decided to give Jiru some women's huadia as well, cause he's a baddie.

Jiru gets a bad rap for alledgely distracting the emperor from his duties, but lets be real, history is written by civil officials who have no shortage of professional jealousy and gender/sexuality related prejudice towards eunuchs, since they were the personal attendants of royalty and could exert a lot of influence. plus Liu Bang was already pissing in the hats of confucian scholars, most of the poor work ethic is on HIM. Jiru should get credit for making him marginally less of a troglodite.

all in all he didn't try any court intrigue so extra points for loyalty and complexity. free my man >:( he's just a Han dynasty Monica Lewinsky who got slutshamed by jealous coworkers >:(

Han Dynasty

meet the father of east asian history, sima qian. half the people on this list can owe their placement here thanks to his extremely though history books "records of the grand historian"

history at this time was mostly "creative writing" and sima qian attempted to give the practise more academic intergrety, he went out and personally interviewed people, tried to get primary sources, and got rid of most of the more fanstastical aspects. however, he was not without his biases and some texts can be seen as allegorical/veiled insults towards the Han Dynasty, especially towards Emperor Wu. unlike most of the people on this list, sima qian was from the gentry and castated later in life as a punishment for treason. he was implicated after trying to defend a friend, and could not pay the fine to commute his sentence. the gentlemen at the time were expected to die by suicide rather than live with such ignimony, but sima qian chose to live so he could finish writing the history book his father started. the "giant conspiracy" joke explained: the chinese word for penis is a homophone for "conspiracy".

[zhongrin]

zhongrin © 2024 ❥ do not repost, plagiarize, translate, or feed into ai.

i'm tired, darling.

featuring... ❥ zhongli, al haitham, jing yuan, blade

involves... ❥ hurt/comfort(-ish), implied self-harm, suicidal thoughts/behavior, probably incoherent, not proofread

through the thousands years of his life, through the plethora of sounds that could bring both fear and sadness to the god of stone’s heart, one stands out most; and he is forced to relive this moment as his ears picked up your heart-wrenching wail and loud sobs from the bedroom. he pays no mind to the clatter of his shoes nor the crumple of his signature coat to the floor, missing its intended place at the coat hanger. all he knows is that you’re in pain — his mate is in pain.

zhongli finds you curled in your nest, trembling and buying your head into your favorite pillow. his chest tightens when you peek at him, and he sees the rain of tears staining your cheeks, eyelashes matted and lips quivering. a variety of emotions wells inside him, but he’s sure it’s nowhere near intense as what you’re experiencing right now.

“darling…,” your husband whispers, stepping closer slowly, reaching forward cautiously like he’s approaching a wounded animal, “can i come closer?”

you can’t seem to reply, busy hiccuping and teetering the edges of hyperventilating. wilting and rotting like a flower that’s been rained for far too long. struggling to stay alive, and yet the petals are falling, the leaves crushed, the thin stem drooping.

your skin is marred, and in turn a pained frown mar his face. his gloves are taken off haphazardly, and they gently settle on your back, trying to rub soothing patterns. he knows not to speak, yet he makes sure you won’t be in further danger for yourself.

it’s a slow process, for you to unlatch yourself from the pillow and delve into his embrace instead. but when you finally do after a series of patient coaxing and comforting touches, he holds you tighter.

just hold on, please just hold on. his warm hand cradles your nape, reassuring and solid, while the other squeezes against the flesh of your back. this too shall pass. his lips press against your shoulder; reverent, loving, apologetic. i love you.

for a man who has his way with words, there are just as many unspoken words in each of his silent actions. he can only hope it's enough to tide you for tonight. at least for tonight.

“everything hurts.”

“i don’t know what's wrong.”

“i’m so tired.”

there are many things al haitham knows the answer to. those that he doesn't would normally require some deep research, but at the end of the day he comes out a renewed man who could potentially give a few presentations about said topic if he so wished. but matters of the heart are notoriously fickle, complicated, and perhaps ironically beyond human understanding.

“i don’t know how you can help. i don't know how to even help myself.”

all he can do is hold you, and he is plunged into the enlightening pit that is the realization about the powerlessness of a mortal, as he feels the shaking of your body within his arms. the sharp mind he is often praised and insulted for and the body he trains daily for precautions are useless against this intangible enemy.

what was he to say? “it’s okay”? when he couldn’t guarantee that it would be? “you’ll be okay”? wouldn’t that imply you should have the capability to make yourself okay? “it’ll get better”? wouldn’t it be overly optimistic and naive to believe the world will just somehow align itself to pave a path of flowers for you?

too many uncertainties. too lacking of valid evidences to support his case. broken and as worn out as you may be, you are not a fool, and such is a trait that he will continue to adore about you. the treatment as an equal is what you deserve, even when you’re in your lowest moment.

so he settles with something he knows will be factually true and has a complete control over:

“i’m always here for you.”

everyone equates silence to peace, yet often fails to account silence as suffering.

centuries of living, and jing yuan too manages to make the same mistake. there’s something haunting about the way you lay on your shared bed today. and now that he thinks about it more, yesterday… and the days before, too. something unnatural in your smiles, in the way it slips far too quickly and the way you always close your eyes, as if to hide something. the way you keep your nails short, the nail clipper making itself home on your nightstand and used every morning and every night, almost in desperation. the nights where he would fall asleep to your snore are quiet: the room listens to his breaths and the tranquil chirps of the cicadas outside.

silence.

silence.

silence.

silence.

“darling, something’s wrong, and you’re not telling me.”

you look at him like you’re tired of life itself, and his heart freezes. in a second, he drops onto the bed and cups your cheek. by now you should have berated him not to wear his work clothes and climb onto bed with them, and yet all he’s met with is

silence.

and a shaky breath, before you finally speak, soft and uncertain and numb.

“why can’t it all just end, yuan?”

he can give you a hundred reasons. because it means he won’t be able to see you smile anymore. because it means he won’t be able to make you laugh. because it means he won’t be able to kiss you, make love to you, treat you like the priceless treasure…

… that he has utterly failed to do.

“i’m sorry, darling. i was ignorant. when did this start?” he pleads. the man commanding an entire ship that may as well be a nation in itself grovels willingly before you, his hand cradling yours before bringing it up to his lips. your knight nuzzles your palm, observes the way your eyes turns glassy, a tear slowly sliding down your temple onto the halo of your hair.

“let’s end this silence and talk to me…. please?”

“countless times. countless. times…,” his breath shudders, jaw clenching before his lips reopen, “… you tell me, again and again, to be careful with my body. and yet i come back to see this…”

blade’s breath hitches, and perhaps a stab to the heart would be less painful than the way his body seizes up with hurt at the way you promptly apologize, with those godforsaken tears continuing to make a stream of sadness stain your cheeks.

he’s always seen you as a tempered steel, resilient and sharp, yet comforting and reassuring. the star to his night, illuminating and guiding. the sun in his orbit, ever present and shining so brightly.

he forgets that even the strongest blades, too, can break. that any stars can disappear in an instant by a supernova. that a sun continuously burns itself just to shine and will one day, too, burn out like a fizzling candle.

your voice is as cracked as the weapon he wields and it cuts deeper into the scarred remains of his cursed heart. he swallows thickly, yet the lump in his throat refuses to cease. rough hands tightening before his arms bring you into a painful embrace. just like the way you hold him whenever the nightmares visit. he tries to wipe your crystalline tears with his fingers, watches sorrowfully as your swollen eyes glazes and the whites of your eyes fills with red lines. the grief you experience is harrowing, and he wonders if this is how you feel whenever you see him suffer: powerless, bleak, tortured.

“don’t cry.” would it truly suffice to just hold you like this?

“don’t cry.” would it be better to kill everything you’ve ever interacted with so you won’t be hurt further?

“don’t cry.” would it be better to remove himself from your life…?

“i’ll give you everything,” he finds his own voice break, “everything… so please stop crying.”

[itsclydebitches]

Still thinking about "Dot and Bubble."

Specifically, I'm thinking about how the racists of FineTime aren't just written to be cruel and entitled, but downright childish too. Lindy - in a move that dovetails nicely into the episode's commentary on social media - has the attention span of a toddler, going on and on about how boring work is even though, from what we're shown, she doesn't have to do anything other than sit there and socialize, which is presumably what she'd be doing if she didn't have to work, right? But since this is something she has to do per orders of the gross old people, she complains. "You're no fun!" she yells at Gothic Paul, the only one in her group taking a mature stance on this issue (and, notably, the only one with a very small number of subscribers).

Lindy lacks the maturity and critical thinking skills we would expect from someone her age. Again, this is definitely a layer of the social media side of the episode's thesis, but she nevertheless demonstrates a kind of emotional dysregulation that's usually only seen in younger, developing children. Lindy does not think for herself and cannot adapt to changes in routine/the way things are "supposed" to be. When told a fact - the police are unavailable - Lindy repeats, "but I really need the police" over and over as if her need is going to magic up a change in reality. She parrots rules and rejects them in equal measure, driven solely by her current desires: "We don't do that [lower the bubble]."/"I can do whatever I want!" She moves from disgusted to infatuated to angry in the blink of an eye, with her anger characterized by childish outbursts and language: "Now shut up I hate you, I hate you, I hate you!" When faced with something life-threatening, Lindy's response is to a) distract herself (by watching Ricky) and b) find a hiding place. Even taking her terror into account, she responds to these situations like someone far younger would. If I cover my eyes the bad thing disappears. If I hide under the bed, I'm safe.

And of course, Lindy's body is monitored in the way you would a child's. She's constantly watched by others, both her peers and, presumably, by the Homeworld. She's told when she needs to use the restroom which for me was VERY evocative of a parent speaking to their potty training child, trying to get them to articulate when they need to go by informing them of when it's most likely. Hell, Lindy literally can't walk without the assistance of this AI parent.

Yes, there are plenty of moments that evoke the very stereotypical, entitled teenager - talk of "partying," bragging about clothes, being obsessed with the guy online - but even more, I think, evoke the child. When Lindy plays the recording of "Mummy," smiling shyly at the praise before throwing out the kind of insults you'd expect to hear on an elementary school playground - "You're stupid" - she reads like she's a kid. Which is a hell of a commentary on her racism. The episode doesn't say that Lindy is literally a child (she's not, she even snaps as much). The episode also doesn't try to claim that being childlike equals harmless (quite the opposite). But equating racism with a childish, dangerously inept, can't-even-walk-or-use-the-bathroom-by-herself white woman... damn if that's not a statement.