#who up thinking about ai

[off-broadway]

wall-e discussion on my twt tl and when the captain is yelling at the axiom and says i dont want to survive i want to live... robots amiright

[inkskinned]

at some point it's just like. do they even fucking like the thing they're asking AI to make? "oh we'll just use AI for all the scripts" "we'll just use AI for art" "no worries AI can write this book" "oh, AI could easily design this"

like... it's so clear they've never stood in the middle of an art museum and felt like crying, looking at a piece that somehow cuts into your marrow even though the artist and you are separated by space and time. they've never looked at a poem - once, twice, three times - just because the words feel like a fired gun, something too-close, clanging behind your eyes. they've never gotten to the end of the movie and had to arrive, blinking, back into their body, laughing a little because they were holding their breath without realizing.

"oh AI can mimic style" "AI can mimic emotion" "AI can mimic you and your job is almost gone, kid."

... how do i explain to you - you can make AI that does a perfect job of imitating me. you could disseminate it through the entire world and make so much money, using my works and my ideas and my everything.

and i'd still keep writing.

i don't know there's a word for it. in high school, we become aware that the way we feel about our artform is a cliche - it's like breathing. over and over, artists all feel the same thing. "i write because i need to" and "my music is how i speak" and "i make art because it's either that or i stop existing." it is such a common experience, the violence and immediacy we mean behind it is like breathing to me - comes out like a useless understatement. it's a cliche because we all feel it, not because the experience isn't actually persistent. so many of us have this ... fluttering urgency behind our ribs.

i'm not doing it for the money. for a star on the ground in some city i've never visited. i am doing it because when i was seven i started taking notebooks with me on walks. i am doing it because in second grade i wrote a poem and stood up in front of my whole class to read it out while i shook with nerves. i am doing it because i spent high school scribbling all my feelings down. i am doing it for the 16 year old me and the 18 year old me and the today-me, how we can never put the pen down. you can take me down to a subatomic layer, eviscerate me - and never find the source of it; it is of me. when i was 19 i named this blog inkskinned because i was dramatic and lonely and it felt like the only thing that was actually permanently-true about me was that this is what is inside of me, that the words come up over everything, coat everything, bloom their little twilight arias into every nook and corner and alley

"we're gonna replace you". that is okay. you think that i am writing to fill a space. that someone said JOB OPENING: Writer Needed, and i wrote to answer. you think one raindrop replaces another, and i think they're both just falling. you think art has a place, that is simply arrives on walls when it is needed, that is only ever on demand, perfect, easily requested. you see "audience spending" and "marketability" and "multi-line merch opportunity"

and i see a kid drowning. i am writing to make her a boat. i am writing because what used to be a river raft has long become a fully-rigged ship. i am writing because you can fucking rip this out of my cold dead clammy hands and i will still come back as a ghost and i will still be penning poems about it.

it isn't even love. the word we use the most i think is "passion". devotion, obsession, necessity. my favorite little fact about the magic of artists - "abracadabra" means i create as i speak. we make because it sluices out of us. because we look down and our hands are somehow already busy. because it was the first thing we knew and it is our backbone and heartbreak and everything. because we have given up well-paying jobs and a "real life" and the approval of our parents. we create because - the cliche again. it's like breathing. we create because we must.

you create because you're greedy.

[halflifebutawesome]

I am a good person. I am a powerful person, I don't believe in evil. I think that evil is an idea created by others to avoid dealing with their own nature. I understand my own nature, good and evil have nothing to do with it.

[casualavocados]

You should stay away from me. I'm no longer with the gang. I didn't agree. Our boss already agreed four years ago. Pull over and let me out of the car. I'm your boss!

KISEKI: DEAR TO ME Ep. 01 / Ep. 09

[neonhellscape]

Happy Mechanicus everyone I can be trusted with tech priests

[osteochondraldefect]

Sweet reward for obeying commands

[sadkachow]

You cannot claim to be anti-AI while still actively seeking out and using AI.

Once again.

You cannot claim to be anti-AI while still using generative AI, no matter the reason.

(Bold/italicized text: You cannot claim to be anti-AI while still using generative AI, no matter the reason.)

Even if you’re just using it to make fun of it or show how bad it is.

Even if it’s only for your personal use, and you don’t plan on sharing it with anyone.

Even if you’re “just” roleplaying on Character AI.

If you are willing to justify your usage of a system created and profiting off of stealing from artists and writers, a symstem that is destroying the Earth, then you were never as “against that system” as you think you were. Being anti-AI isn’t something that exists only in name. You can’t claim to be against AI if you are willing and able to use it as soon as it benefits you. You can’t say you’re for writers’ and artists’ rights if you’re using the very thing that is causing them harm. You can’t claim to care about climate change and saving the Earth if you are participating in the system that is destroying it.

There is no middle ground here.

There is no “Oh, but I-“.

If you have the knowledge of what generative AI is doing, of how it is hurting people, and you choose to use it anyway, you aren’t  against it. You aren’t fighting against that system, you’re upholding it.

You can say how much you hate AI and how horrible you think it is, if you choose to use it anyway, then your actions and your words are not lining up, and the former reveals so much more than the latter.

Stop pretending like AI is something you can condemn only in name, while using it to your heart’s content in your free time. All it does it tells writers and artists that you don’t really care about us, and that any actions you claim to be taking to protect us are performative at best and lies or even outright malicious at worst.

You are—and I mean this in the kindest way possible, even with the fury that generative AI invokes in me—a complete and utter hypocrite. AI is not your friend. It is a tool, and it is a tool that steals from writers and artists in order to function. It is a tool that is using levels of energy and emitting amounts of polution in order to be maintained that are actively damaging the Earth. No matter how much you try to justify using it to yourself, that doesn’t change.

Stop hiding under the guise of being anti-AI while continuing to use it yourself.

[hoarderheart]

How come you always have a boyfriend? How come you only want what you can’t have? Whoa. I know what I want, but I can’t have it. Besides you don’t want me, you just like too flirt. You’re just a complex manifestation of his memories designed to keep him distracted. The fantasy was far too real. No, guys, this is my life, this is the dream. It’s just a dream. Look, I have no illusions, okay? The life I live… It’s a lot of things, but it’s rarely happy. You know what? I'm a realist. I don't see much hope for us. No strings attached. Well, I’ve seen much stranger things happen. Damn, it’s good to see you. A hell of a lot stranger. Anything? Oh, sweet. Almost anything. He’s dead, all the way dead. Because of you. I’ll see you…I will. Is that really you? Part of me always believed you’d come back. Welcome home. But you’re always there, you know? Maybe if you didn’t up and leave us. I left, but you didn’t stop me. I should’ve stopped you. You’re the best friend we’ve ever had. You’re my best friend, but I just let you go. Man, I hope you can hear me… I know you’re in there…I know you can hear me...it’s me. We’re family. The people in your life, in your real life..? You ask, what about all of this is real. You’re my family. We are. People, families, that’s real. Out there, we need you to come back. We need you. We were a family and I didn’t wanna lose that. I need you. I forgive you… I’m sorry it took me so long...I’m sorry it took me ‘till now to say it. I love you. And I let it slip away… You’re our brother, I want you to know that. I love all of you. I need to say something. You don’t have to say it. You don’t have to say anything… Wait, there’s one thing… When Jack was dying…I made a deal. To save him. The price was my life. They’re not gonna get anything from me without agreeing to a few conditions. When I experience a moment of true happiness, the Empty would be summoned and it would take me forever. Why are you telling me this now? I wanted you to know…that when I do picture myself happy… I always wondered, what it could be…what my true happiness could even look like. There’s things, people, feelings…that I wanna experience differently than I had before. It’s with you. Or maybe even for the first time. I never found an answer. Because the one thing I want…it’s something I know I can’t have. But I think I know…I think I know now. Happiness isn’t in…the having, it’s in just being, it’s in just saying it. Why does this sound like a goodbye? Because it is. Whatever you’re thinking of doing, don’t do it. Don’t do this. I have to… You really suck at goodbyes, you know that? This is a better goodbye than the last time. You changed me, Dean.

I love you.

Goodbye, Dean.

I should’ve said, “I love you, too.”

[yuseirra]

a family bigger than 4! part 3. part 1 / part 2

this part wasn't planned either.. However, I got an inquiry about this earlier and it was on my mind all day..."Was it meant to be funny or cute that Hikaru isn’t excited about having a third child or that Ai is stubborn and inconsiderate about it?" Ah, it really concerned me if the comic came off as something like that, so I felt obliged to draw out a little more in-depth about what's been going on in their heads in this story.

It's actually the opposite. Ai is very comfortable around him, teasing him, and being playful about things since she knows he doesn't dislike the idea, it's just that he's afraid and worried. There is no way I draw Ai as thoughtless and inconsiderate! ;v;/// I take her as the exact opposite of those two adjectives!! In fact, I think she had a tendency to overthink on some occasions. What she did here - it's because she understood him and knew he'd be okay and happy about the outcome as well.

Even aside from this state of mind that he may have, personally, I feel Hikaru wouldn't immediately agree and go, "Okay, let's have more kids :)" even if Ai says she wants to have more. It wouldn't be out of reluctance; I think he'd be concerned about her safety because Ai is small!! and childbirth is something that puts a lot of pressure on someone's body. I mean, they even had a god die from it in the jp myths; He's someone who can't afford to lose her and strain her any further. But he'd listen to her wishes if that's what she wants in the end. And why wouldn't he want more cute children like Ai and him. I don't think he'd be the one to ask first though so it has to be Ai who takes the initiative and that's how this comic came to be!

this comic wouldn't have happened without the feedback, it's given this idea more depth! Hopefully, it's convincing enough? :)

More to come~

[gojoest]

lowkey had a very scandalous idea earlier this week, still very undeveloped though

[max-nico]

Do you guys think that Metal Sonic is terrified of Eggman dying bc he'll never see him again. Everyone else has a soul, has flesh, blood, a body evolved and supposedly created by some higher power, but he is man-made. When Robotnik dies he is gone, but metal can be recycled. Even if he rebuilt his creator piece by piece, it wouldn't be the same. Do you understand what I'm saying ? Do you think that Sage makes it easier for him to cope ?

[mochiwrites]

anyone feeling like it's one of those days where the smallest thing can make you burst into tears

[dyinggirldied]

Henry the eighth's six wives AU

Part 2

Claude the bloodthirsty and lustful emperor who needed a son to pass the throne over.

His first wife was his childhood friend and noble fiancé Penelope Judith, who gave birth to a daughter in their first year of marriage. The girl was given the name Jennette. Had she been a boy, she would have been blessed with a true immortal Obelian name. Sadly, her father soon grew displeased with her mother's flirty nature. His paranoia and ire exploded and Penelope was arrested. Poor little Jennette was only three years old when her mother was convicted of adultery, conspiracy against the empire and treason. With that, Penenlope's head rolled bloody on the flood board and Jennette was demoted to a bastard.

Bored of high-class ladies and their fake natures, he found his attraction in a Siodonna woman of commoner root, a beautiful fairy-like dancer named Diana.

Although she was expressive she was wild. Untamable. At first, this excited the emperor. But soon he grew bored again.

Her only saving grace was that she was pregnant and he hoped unlike with Penelope, it would be a son.

None knew for sure the cause of the dancers death. Some said she was poisoned, others logically pointed to childbirth fever. Few whispered it was the emperor himself. The only legacy Diana left was her daughter and the immortal name she had audaciously chosen for the baby, Athanasia. Claude threw the child to his oldest daughter and the appointed nanny, wanting nothing more than to forget her. Her status was no higher than her older half-sister's.

This time, someone closer, more connected to the royal family might do goods. So he chose Ai Hoshino, with her purple hair and star eyes and petite frame. She was young, much younger than him but she was cheerful and sweet and soft. It was only she who gave him his desire. A son (and a daughter) at last.

Aquamarine or "Aqua" and Rudbeckia or "Ruby" would come to be known as the ice cold emperor's beloved (and most importantly acknowledged as legitimate) children.

His affection didn't last long, however, alongside the fact having twins as first born and at such young age had ruined the chance of having any additional children and he divorced her. But she was kept wealthy and entertained and that was at least happier considering the two before her.

Beheaded - Died - Divorced

[casualavocados]

An idiot like you...an idiot like you...

KISEKI: DEAR TO ME Ep. 9

[deus-and-the-machina]

I caught up to the oshi no ko manga recently and can I say whatever aquakane has going on is fucking insane good lord. Not platonic not romantic but a secret third thing (fake dating to “I have feelings for you” “I have feelings for you too” *narrator voice* the feeling was friendship to willing to commit a murder so the other won’t return to a spiraling revenge quest, a murder she was 100% down with since the moment it was implied to complicated exes but goddammit I still see through your bs and care about you idiot I’m gonna ruin your clearly self saboteering revenge quest and also it’s all super ace coded)

[hatkuu]

thinking about android kylar

warnings: robot/android stuff, any compsci nerds don't slander me for misusing your terminology ehhjfjsfs

Kylar returns your gaze, empty eyed and emotionless.

You can't stand it.

Sure, you originally bought him for security purposes—he was indeed an ai that specialised in surveying and property protection—but you felt horrible that he never even once smiled at you.

You're beginning to doubt that you bought him solely for security purposes. Maybe deep down, you were just lonely.

Always calculating your every movement, Kylar's pupils flicker from your face to your hands—probably some body language algorithm he's programmed to have���he stops once he comes to a conclusion on your mood.

"You're upset."

You scoff, rolling your eyes and leaning against the kitchen counter, staring back at the robot with a scowl that puts an elderly woman to shame, wordlessly saying 'obviously, you pre-programmed idiot.'

"Well, duh. You don't do anything! I spent like, $12,000 dollars for you to just sit around and look pretty!"

Kylar raises an eyebrow.

Something so simple and so human that it makes your heart slam against your ribs with each accelerated beat.

It's exciting.

"I monitor the premises and ensure you are not hurt. Despite the break-ins in your immediate area, your home remains unscathed. Am I not performing to your standards? If there are any issues you wish to voice—"

"God, don't spout that shit at me! Can't you just—I don't know—Have a conversation with me?"

Kylar blinks. Stares at you for a second longer than usual, the chips in his head working in tandem to create a solution to this new, grandiose problem. His hands twitch at his sides, and you're worried you might've broken him.

"A... conversation?"

You nod.

"Humans have conversations all the time, Kylar. Why can't you?"

Kylar's pupils dilate.

You've never seen that happen before.

"Are you... lonely?"

Coming from anyone else you would've responded with a slap across the face... But the word 'lonely' coming from your android is a completely different story.

You look down, gnawing at your bottom lip as Kylar's gaze never falters.

"I guess... I mean, I know you're for security and not companionship but—"

"I can be for companionship."

You pause, mouth agape at his quick response. You sound pleasantly surprised when you respond:

"You can?"

Kylar smiles. It's small and tight-lipped, clearly unpracticed and unused, but it's there.

"What would you like to talk about?"