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being anti ai is making me feel like in going insane. "you asked for thoughts about your characters backstory and i put it into chat gpt for ideas". studies have proven its making people dumber. "i asked ai to generate this meal plan". its causing water shortages where its data centers are built. "ill generate some pictures for the dnd campaign". its spreading misinformation. "meta, generate an image of this guy doing something stupid". its trained off stolen images, writing, video, audio. "i was talking with my snapchat ai-" theres no way to verify what its doing with the information it collects. "youtube is impletmenting ai based age verification". my work has an entire graphics media department and has still put ai generated motivational posters up everywhere. ai playlists. ai facial verification. google ai microsoft ai meta ai snapchat ai. everyone treats it as a novelty. every treats it as a mandatory part of life. am i the only one who sees it? am i paranoid? am i going insane? jesus fucking christ. if i have to hear one more "well at least-" "but it does-" "but you can-" im about to lose it. i shouldnt have to jump through hoops to avoid the evil machine. have you no principles? no goddamn spine? am i the weird one here?

Dare y'all to read it. And if you have read it, dare y'all to leave a comment. Single word or letter comments are accepted too!

you wear a collar

I may choose to kneel recreationally.

Elias Bouchard woke precisely at 6:15 am, sitting up and swiping away the phone alarm before it could wake the man sleeping next to him. He sat in the dark fr several moments, before getting up, the satin sheets falling away from his naked body as he padded barefoot to the bathroom. He flicked the lightswitch and after blinking away the light blindness, he leaned in over the marble sink and stared at his face in the mirror. He needed a shave, and his skin had seen better days, but this new body was much younger than the other one had been when he vacated it, and its beauty was evident in the high cheekbones and full lips. He tried out a smile, and though it still didn’t look quite right on his face, that was simply only because in all the time Elias had known him, Jonathan Sims rarely smiled.