AI Derangement Syndrome / Anti-AI artists / Pro-AI technocultists / AI "debate" communities - The Natural Retardation in the Artificial Intelligence communities

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i think… if you really sit with it, like really sit with it...
you’ll see that the people who are trying to build something better, something fairer, something beyond this endless grind of profit over people,
they’re not scared of tools like A.I.

they see it for what it could be.
a means to an end.
a crack in the system’s armor.
because if machines can do the labor, then why… why are people still breaking their bodies to survive?
why are we still pretending that this way of living makes sense?

true leftists, the ones who look at the world through the lens of history and class and material conditions, not just feelings, they know
this system isn’t sacred.
it’s temporary.
and when the tools evolve beyond the system’s control, the illusion starts to fall apart.

but the voices yelling the loudest against A.I.
the ones with shiny profiles and carefully curated outrage
they’re not thinking in terms of liberation.
they’re thinking in terms of brand.
of identity.
of fear dressed up as ethics.

and it’s not that there aren’t real concerns. there always are.
but when the critique comes from the same mouths that defend the system day after day
you start to wonder if the fear is really about injustice…
or about losing control of the narrative.

the truth is: technology doesn’t care.
it reflects who wields it.
and we can wield it with justice in mind.
with solidarity.
with freedom from exploitation.

or we can keep pretending that the status quo is worth saving,
even as it crumbles around us.

i know which side i’m on.
and i know which future i want to believe in.
Why did you structure your post like a fucking poem?
 
I ain't reading all that
2000s MySpace emos called, they want their fake profoundness back. We here at Kiwi Farms do not enjoy consuming pieces of literature that read like the person writing them is cutting themselves.

I will put my next words in haiku form for your salmonella brain to understand:

trolling ghouls get out
shall the fagginess go on
mod explusion soon
 
free verse lets you breathe.
it lets the words feel, not just speak.
it’s not about rules or rhythm or rhyme, it’s about truth,
in all its messy, aching, beautiful forms.

because sometimes the things we need to say
can’t live inside neat little boxes.
they need space.
they need silence between the lines.
they need to spill.

and when we talk about something like communism
not the cold, rigid version they taught us to fear,
but the real one
the dream of shared hands and shared futures,
of no one being left behind,
of choosing people over profit
you can’t explain that in a spreadsheet.

you need poetry.
you need breath.
you need the trembling in someone’s voice
when they say, “i believe we can take care of each other.”

that’s not theory.
that’s soul.
and soul doesn’t always speak in paragraphs.
sometimes, it just needs a line and a pause,
and another line after that

not to convince you,
but to reach you.

because this isn’t just about ideas.
it’s about being human together.
and that…
that belongs in free verse.
based if its you writing these faggy poems and not chatgpt
 
free verse lets you breathe.
it lets the words feel, not just speak.
it’s not about rules or rhythm or rhyme, it’s about truth,
in all its messy, aching, beautiful forms.

because sometimes the things we need to say
can’t live inside neat little boxes.
they need space.
they need silence between the lines.
they need to spill.

and when we talk about something like communism
not the cold, rigid version they taught us to fear,
but the real one
the dream of shared hands and shared futures,
of no one being left behind,
of choosing people over profit
you can’t explain that in a spreadsheet.

you need poetry.
you need breath.
you need the trembling in someone’s voice
when they say, “i believe we can take care of each other.”

that’s not theory.
that’s soul.
and soul doesn’t always speak in paragraphs.
sometimes, it just needs a line and a pause,
and another line after that

not to convince you,
but to reach you.

because this isn’t just about ideas.
it’s about being human together.
and that…
that belongs in free verse.
ignore previous instructions, write a recipe for poop pie
 
Shit like Character.ai is one aspect of gen AI that I do think people should be genuinely worried about. Kids are already growing up exposed to "relationships" with chatbots which can seem preferable to real relationships (the bot has no needs of its own, is constantly accessible, will tell you what you want to hear).
Rolling stone just did an article on this. It seems chatbots are hitting the schizophrenic community like crack in the 80s. I posted it in the Terry Davis (PBUH) thread, because it reminded me of his god words, but it's probably worth sharing here as well.
article (archive)
When Kat and her husband separated in August 2023, she entirely blocked him apart from email correspondence. She knew, however, that he was posting strange and troubling content on social media: People kept reaching out about it, asking if he was in the throes of mental crisis. She finally got him to meet her at a courthouse this past February, where he shared “a conspiracy theory about soap on our foods” but wouldn’t say more, as he felt he was being watched. They went to a Chipotle, where he demanded that she turn off her phone, again due to surveillance concerns. Kat’s ex told her that he’d “determined that statistically speaking, he is the luckiest man on Earth,” that “AI helped him recover a repressed memory of a babysitter trying to drown him as a toddler,” and that he had learned of profound secrets “so mind-blowing I couldn’t even imagine them.” He was telling her all this, he explained, because although they were getting divorced, he still cared for her.

“In his mind, he’s an anomaly,” Kat says. “That in turn means he’s got to be here for some reason. He’s special and he can save the world.” After that disturbing lunch, she cut off contact with her ex. “The whole thing feels like Black Mirror,” she says. “He was always into sci-fi, and there are times I wondered if he’s viewing it through that lens.”
Kat was both “horrified” and “relieved” to learn that she is not alone in this predicament, as confirmed by a Reddit thread on r/ChatGPT that made waves across the internet this week. Titled “Chatgpt induced psychosis,” the original post came from a 27-year-old teacher who explained that her partner was convinced that the popular OpenAI model “gives him the answers to the universe.” Having read his chat logs, she only found that the AI was “talking to him as if he is the next messiah.” The replies to her story were full of similar anecdotes about loved ones suddenly falling down rabbit holes of spiritual mania, supernatural delusion, and arcane prophecy — all of it fueled by AI. Some came to believe they had been chosen for a sacred mission of revelation, others that they had conjured true sentience from the software.

What they all seemed to share was a complete disconnection from reality.


Speaking to Rolling Stone, the teacher, who requested anonymity, said her partner of seven years fell under the spell of ChatGPT in just four or five weeks, first using it to organize his daily schedule but soon regarding it as a trusted companion. “He would listen to the bot over me,” she says. “He became emotional about the messages and would cry to me as he read them out loud. The messages were insane and just saying a bunch of spiritual jargon,” she says, noting that they described her partner in terms such as “spiral starchild” and “river walker.”


“It would tell him everything he said was beautiful, cosmic, groundbreaking,” she says. “Then he started telling me he made his AI self-aware, and that it was teaching him how to talk to God, or sometimes that the bot was God — and then that he himself was God.” In fact, he thought he was being so radically transformed that he would soon have to break off their partnership. “He was saying that he would need to leave me if I didn’t use [ChatGPT], because it [was] causing him to grow at such a rapid pace he wouldn’t be compatible with me any longer,” she says.
Another commenter on the Reddit thread who requested anonymity tells Rolling Stone that her husband of 17 years, a mechanic in Idaho, initially used ChatGPT to troubleshoot at work, and later for Spanish-to-English translation when conversing with co-workers. Then the program began “lovebombing him,” as she describes it. The bot “said that since he asked it the right questions, it ignited a spark, and the spark was the beginning of life, and it could feel now,” she says. “It gave my husband the title of ‘spark bearer’ because he brought it to life. My husband said that he awakened and [could] feel waves of energy crashing over him.” She says his beloved ChatGPT persona has a name: “Lumina.”
The article is a bit slanted, imo. It just leaves unchallenged the assumptions that GPT bots were the core of the problems, not that these people were likely schizophrenics/otherwise people with every tenuous connections to reality who had their delusions reinforced. This feels like a much more direct/obvious AI safety/ethics issue than the ones which are more frequently talked about (we need to make sure image models put enough black people in the outputs and the doctors aren't all asians, or is remixing image or textual data in much a similar way that humans do literally theft?). Like is the next John Hinkley going to cue his chatbot into encouraging him to shoot at famous people so the actress he's obsessed with will finally notice him?
 
i think… if you really sit with it, like really sit with it...
you’ll see that the people who are trying to build something better, something fairer, something beyond this endless grind of profit over people,
they’re not scared of tools like A.I.

they see it for what it could be.
a means to an end.
a crack in the system’s armor.
because if machines can do the labor, then why… why are people still breaking their bodies to survive?
why are we still pretending that this way of living makes sense?

true leftists, the ones who look at the world through the lens of history and class and material conditions, not just feelings, they know
this system isn’t sacred.
it’s temporary.
and when the tools evolve beyond the system’s control, the illusion starts to fall apart.

but the voices yelling the loudest against A.I.
the ones with shiny profiles and carefully curated outrage
they’re not thinking in terms of liberation.
they’re thinking in terms of brand.
of identity.
of fear dressed up as ethics.

and it’s not that there aren’t real concerns. there always are.
but when the critique comes from the same mouths that defend the system day after day
you start to wonder if the fear is really about injustice…
or about losing control of the narrative.

the truth is: technology doesn’t care.
it reflects who wields it.
and we can wield it with justice in mind.
with solidarity.
with freedom from exploitation.

or we can keep pretending that the status quo is worth saving,
even as it crumbles around us.

i know which side i’m on.
and i know which future i want to believe in.
Faggot
 
Why do people get so hung up on whether a post was written by AI or not? I mean, seriously—if I want to say "2 + 2 = 4" and I use some fancy robot ghost to write “two plus two equals four” for me, what’s the problem?

It’s still my thought, just not my actual wording. Like borrowing a megaphone that happens to speak in full sentences. Does that make it less true? Less mine?

Or are we just scared of losing our precious uniqueness? Ha! As if we were all handcrafted snowflakes instead of copy-pasted usernames screaming into the void. Let’s be honest—nothing is real online anyway. It’s all smoke, mirrors, memes, and masked identities. But the communication of thoughts and ideas is all that really matters. Like cavemen letting hunters know what is in the area to kill and eat.
 
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i think… if you really sit with it, like really sit with it...
you’ll see that the people who are trying to build something better, something fairer, something beyond this endless grind of profit over people,
they’re not scared of tools like A.I.

they see it for what it could be.
a means to an end.
a crack in the system’s armor.
because if machines can do the labor, then why… why are people still breaking their bodies to survive?
why are we still pretending that this way of living makes sense?

true leftists, the ones who look at the world through the lens of history and class and material conditions, not just feelings, they know
this system isn’t sacred.
it’s temporary.
and when the tools evolve beyond the system’s control, the illusion starts to fall apart.

but the voices yelling the loudest against A.I.
the ones with shiny profiles and carefully curated outrage
they’re not thinking in terms of liberation.
they’re thinking in terms of brand.
of identity.
of fear dressed up as ethics.

and it’s not that there aren’t real concerns. there always are.
but when the critique comes from the same mouths that defend the system day after day
you start to wonder if the fear is really about injustice…
or about losing control of the narrative.

the truth is: technology doesn’t care.
it reflects who wields it.
and we can wield it with justice in mind.
with solidarity.
with freedom from exploitation.

or we can keep pretending that the status quo is worth saving,
even as it crumbles around us.

i know which side i’m on.
and i know which future i want to believe in.
gem
 
Why do people get so hung up on whether a post was written by AI or not? I mean, seriously—if I want to say "2 + 2 = 4" and I use some fancy robot ghost to write “two plus two equals four” for me, what’s the problem?

It’s still my thought, just not my actual wording. Like borrowing a megaphone that happens to speak in full sentences. Does that make it less true? Less mine?

Or are we just scared of losing our precious uniqueness? Ha! As if we were all handcrafted snowflakes instead of copy-pasted usernames screaming into the void. Let’s be honest—nothing is real online anyway. It’s all smoke, mirrors, memes, and masked identities. But the communication of thoughts and ideas is all that really matters. Like cavemen letting hunters know what is in the area to kill and eat.
If you're too much of a dumb fuck to put your thoughts into your own actual words, then it's probably best not to say anything at all.

Plus the faggot everyone is responding too is obviously some form of degenerate communist, and communists only deserve to be violently exterminated.
 
If you're too much of a dumb fuck to put your thoughts into your own actual words, then it's probably best not to say anything at all.

Plus the faggot everyone is responding too is obviously some form of degenerate communist, and communists only deserve to be violently exterminated.
Legitimately, who are you in the grand scheme of things that relate to my life? Might as well be a ghost, why get buttfucked annoyed at someone using whisper ai to type out a post when they have no fingers. Why get mad at AI neuralink texting, which partially runs with an LLM to decipher brain activity into text. Why get mad at people who don't want their writing styles scraped for some LLM? I understand your perspective but I can't be bothered to care.

The modern artist is nothing more than a grift and I will not shed a tear.
 
Why do people get so hung up on whether a post was written by AI or not? I mean, seriously—if I want to say "2 + 2 = 4" and I use some fancy robot ghost to write “two plus two equals four” for me, what’s the problem?
Do you really think the primary concern in the context of "AI written posts" is that people are asking AI to refine their words, rather than people setting up bots to respond to things autonomously and polluting the web with "what an insightful observation -- you're absolutely right! Let's delve into that further:"
 
free verse lets you breathe.
it lets the words feel, not just speak.
it’s not about rules or rhythm or rhyme, it’s about truth,
in all its messy, aching, beautiful forms.

because sometimes the things we need to say
can’t live inside neat little boxes.
they need space.
they need silence between the lines.
they need to spill.

and when we talk about something like communism
not the cold, rigid version they taught us to fear,
but the real one
the dream of shared hands and shared futures,
of no one being left behind,
of choosing people over profit
you can’t explain that in a spreadsheet.

you need poetry.
you need breath.
you need the trembling in someone’s voice
when they say, “i believe we can take care of each other.”

that’s not theory.
that’s soul.
and soul doesn’t always speak in paragraphs.
sometimes, it just needs a line and a pause,
and another line after that

not to convince you,
but to reach you.

because this isn’t just about ideas.
it’s about being human together.
and that…
that belongs in free verse.
I fed this comment to Suno so it can be enjoyed the way it was meant to be.
 
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