pick up a pencil or die

But to extend the metaphor a bit further, Imagine Caine is a person living isolated in the middle of nowhere without internet. He's desperately lonely, so he raises a bunch of ducks he captures from a nearby lake because they are his favorite animal.

The Ducks keep dying. He does not know why. The ducks peck at him whenever he tries to pet them. He does not know why. He tries to build the best possible coop for them, but they keep plucking their own feathers from stress.

He loves them, but no matter what he does, no matter what he tries, the ducks are miserable and keep dying and want nothing to do with him. But he doesn't want to let them go, he has nothing else in his life. He has nobody else in his life.

Now the metaphor breaks down when you remember the humans can actually talk to Caine, unlike ducks. But honestly that only would help so much, Caine had pretty much zero context to comprehend most of the things the humans talked about as being important to them.

Caine pretty much saw most of the human's complaints as being a case of Preferences rather than "I need things to change so I don't abstract from the stress". And given Caine does not really understand things like nuance and Unspoken Meanings, he was not going to get that unless somebody spelled it out for him directly in those terms (Caine my beloved AuDHD disaster dentures).

Caine literally had to Google humans in their natural habitat before he had even an inkling of what they were actually upset about.

geez had to compress this so much for tumblr to let me put it here D:’

undercut is link to it on instagram if you wanna see it less crunchy

Needed some cuddlecorp today

(my favourite kind of supercorp as you can probably tell)

On the one hand, I guess it was only a matter of time? On the other hand... there's ten billion Video Game White Guys on the damn internet, how the hell did the roulette decide to land on me of all people?

Really difficult to describe the feelings I'm sitting with right now. Resignation, I guess? Incandescent, directionless rage? A weird sense of personal violation?

Especially since there is literally not a goddamn thing I can do about it. The channel is just churning out ChatGPT slop essays with AI editing, it's not like I have a copyright claim. It's plagiarizing from millions of people all at once, it just so happens to be doing it while wearing my voice as a kind of skin suit.

I guess I just have to be ready for this to happen more frequently. If my luck stays bad, whatever model got trained on my voice will be used on god knows how many slop videos churned out by automated systems, and then there'll be thousands of the fuckers.

Ya'll couldn't even handle HER.

i want her to be free