#avtf.txt

what if they built certain ai on libraries. imagine the amount of factual inaccuracies that would be solved by putting trained information specialists/library scientists on the database administration from which the ai feeds. you know how libraries already have people manually checking and relating book tags (e.g. genre, author, markers)? imagine the planning and control on where a wealth of information can and should be used. imagine a strict librarian telling companies off for their generative bullshit. imagine ai that was tailored more as a tool to facilitate knowledge and aid in information acquisition instead of whatever crap it's spewing out now. imagine if somehow we treated libraries as the sacred datacenters that they are and we somehow managed to implement this over such a course of time that a) the perceived public value of libraries skyrocket as an ai-aided learning hub/resource finder and overall - information exists in books too! maybe ai can help you browse for the right ones! like a superpowered version of what libraries do anyway! and b) the absolute shitshow of an economic and environmental impact ai has could be avoided because of scaled implementation (one library in a city as a pilot project to begin with) and human resource involvement (work is still done by people to make sure that things are done right). a bare bones idea but what if

people should also be citing chatgpt and ai in general tbh i'm less optimistic every day over whether people will look beyond the immediate prompt response, but i think it'd be nice to know if someone's motivation letter was "copy pasted from chatgpt's 7th response to 'write letter again but more desperate'" and that, upon sending out the application response, "your application decision was detected as chatgpt-generated by [insert obscure ai checker]" but is herewidth accepted because the reader could not be bothered to read every single motivation letter and you happened to prompt it 7 times, which is more than the average 1-2 times

at this point, i will return for the canterbury collection of mysteries...

Oh, but it's the way words cascade from the tips of my fingers, polished and rough, robust and languid… I think of the distant summer storm, the way the world feels, when the sunlight bleeds through my skin to show the veins in my body, when the sweet summer breeze chills into gray thunder and purple lightning.