Fuck AI

Frantically searching for the phone, that’s in your hand, is not a good feeling. I used to be pretty smart, but all of this “smart technology” is making me lose brain cells faster than ChatGPT can generate a glamor shot for your vanity. Yeah, I said what I said. I used to spend ten plus hours a day on social media platforms for my job. I made amazing money, but it started affecting my mental health. I could feel myself going crazy. I had to step back, touch grass and put the fucking phone down! The longer I’m offline, the better I feel.

In an effort to stimulate the grey matter, I’ve returned to my eternal love—writing. And I’ve found that this space is not without its controversies. Some, if not all, of the big five publishers are using AI in some capacity, whether it’s running manuscripts through AI detectors to check if they are human authored, or editors using AI to “read” manuscripts in order to determine their profitability, also using AI for cover art—they’re giving authors the middle finger. For context, a “detector” flagged a passage from Mary Shelley’s, Frankenstein, published in 1818, as 100% AI generated. If you are an avid reader, a lover of books, I would implore you to make sure the books you read or buy are written by real authors. AI slop will never be able to replace human emotions, experiences, imagination and creativity. And if you think I’m wrong and that there’s no harm done by AI replacing writers, musicians and artists, just remember this—tech bros trained AI using OUR stolen original words and works. Fuck the billionaire tech bros and fuck AI.  

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