That's How My Bestie Found Me

This morning I was reading a fanfic (ao3) and everything was fine until in the comment section the author answered a question about the writing AI she was using. I felt such visceral disgust at that. I dropped the story like it was acid.

To those that use AI. How dare you? How dare you to have the audacity of using a program that steals people's creativity? How dare you feed it, taking that which was granted with love and passion and then transform it into a soulless program? How dare you bend yourself to these corporations that only seek to exploits us further?

I would 100% prefer to read a fic that has mistakes but that has care into every word and a person behind it with immense love for the fandom, than to read Shakespeare vomited by a code that it was written by a thousand cunts that wank themselves at a picture of Mark Zuckerberg.

If you're doing mental gymnastics to justify art theft and exploitation, then there's no mistake. You are wrong. Nothing will change that.

My page is cutie patootied

Silt Strider from The Elder Scrolls III: Morrowind

Someone: the main thing you learned from your mother?

Walter: How to respect women

Lance: How to treat women

Marcy: How to girlboss

Killian: ACAB

*nerevar rising soundclip*

*dagoth ur voice* welcome moon-and-star

*silt strider noise*

you're now listening to!

*volcano eruption noise*

102.3!

*sixth house ambience*

REAL SIXTH HOUSE FM

*sound of lava bubbling and ash slaves*

where we play nothing but chants, hymns, and praises to the true god of morrowind!

*dagoth ur laugh track*

this is not the false gods' station!

*radioactive by imagine dragons starts playing*

People who put mayonnaise machines in coops are like: oh yeah I want you to watch your unborn children suffer.