#clone wars

You get hired to kill a Jedi. Not just any Jedi, but the fucking poster child of the war currently happening. You do it because 1. that's a hell of a lot of money and 2. who else gets to brag about that?

So you kill him with a sniper shot, little more complicated than you'd hoped for but hey. You wouldn't be where you are today if you didn't know how to deal with a challenge.

You go to a bar to celebrate this, frankly, historical moment and as you're about to leave a droid comes up and tells you that the person who hired you is here and has your money. Okayyyy..... bit strange that they knew you were here but whatever, this person hired you to kill a JEDI so they must be pretty powerful.

So you follow this little droid to a creepy ass backroom that probably smells of piss and vomit and alcahol, pretty standard stuff, it leaves you at the door, again, nothing too strange about that, droids can be hacked for information after all. You go in and see your employer, they are, of course, sitting in the shadowiest corner of the room. You start to think that this is definitely some Sith bullshit, but hey, as long as you get payed.

They congratulate you and say how good of a job you did, and that your money is right here in this briefcase, you don't doubt it, but...... their voice is oddly familiar.........

Before they give you your money they say they need just one more little thing from you. Of course. This isn't the first time something like this has happened. Employers love to hit you with a second part to the job worth even more money, but almost guaranteed to get you killed so they don't have to pay you at all. You still feel like you should recognise their voice though......

The person begins to stand up and a horrible chill runs down your spine. That voice. Where have you heard that voice before?

They step into the dim light of the room.

It's You. Clear as if you were looking in a mirror. You stare back at yourself, frozen. It's a perfect copy of yourself. Almost perfect. The clothes are different. This Not You is wearing the clothes of the man you just killed.

They also seem to have realised this as they ask you, polite as if asking you to join them for a cup of tea, for your clothes.

And that's when it clicks.

You know who's voice this is.

It's the voice of the man you just killed.

Coming from Your mouth.

You take a step back, ready to bolt for the door or shoot something, whether this manifestation of your sins or yourself, you're not sure.

And then Mace MotheRFUCKING WINDU-

Hey, heads up to all Star Wars fans, George Lucas is siding with generative AI.

Now, I’m not exactly surprised he’s pro-technology since robots and futuristic technology is featured heavily in Star Wars, and James Earl Jones gave permission for the studio to AI his voice for after his death, but the fact Lucas supports generative AI when he can easily find out why its a terrible idea, it sucks, especially since Star Wars is making important work like Andor.

I might continue checking out his older media, but I don’t think I want to continue this franchise if his studio takes his words as permission to remove artists and use AI.

The original trilogy had scenes that were hand painted, each stroke so precise that it blended in with the actual sets.

The designs for aliens are so vastly unique and had to go through thousands of designs before they were released.

The cast cherished their roles, with actors like Peter Mayhew dressing up as Chewbacca to brighten the lives of children at his hospital.

The costume and prop departments busted their asses off to bring your vision to life during a time when they would of had a significantly smaller budget.

Yet you have the fucking nerve to call their efforts a waste of time, that the skills they developed and enjoyed should be replaced with stolen work.