An AI version of Stan Lee was fashioned by infernal necromongers, and we do not like it. It's not even a hundred percent clear that he wasn't manipulated into business agreements at the end of his life, which graduates us into grave robbing and potentially even necrophilia. As bold thought leaders, we're prepared to come out firmly against those (bad) things.
I don't understand why I thought that more information would be better. I think it's just because I like information. To be fair, though, I couldn't have imagined what it would actually look like. Coming from a religious environment of High Control I imagined that shattering that status would necessarily have a liberatory payload, as it had for me. I try not to feel too bad. In the prescient Neuromancer, William Gibson could imagine a digital world parallel to our own, one in which you could be functionally embodied, live, and die, but couldn't imagine that something could be wireless. And he's way smarter than me.
Because I've been sick, and spending an inordinate time in fever spikes until the Advil kicks in, I've had the "opportunity" to spend a lot of time in bed on TikTok. I don't think it's possible to understand your children at all if you don't have some knowledge of it. Cultural shift is in some ways a function of baud rate, which has never been higher, if you're wondering why you feel old at twenty-eight. Noone has ever lived like this and it's not clear that they should.
TikTok is a litter box of misinformation; even the clean litter is made questionable simply as a fact of its adjacency. Here are just a few of the notions I've been presented with the last couple days, and not just once, but multiple times:
- There is conclusive proof that interstellar object 3I/ATLAS is a spacecraft
- There are modern instances of human parthenogenesis, or "virgin birth"
- Pranks where young women generate photorealistic images of men entering their dorms and houses and send them to their parents asking "what should I do"
- It is safe for orangutans and other wilderness beasts to jump on backyard trampolines, and they do so frequently
- Model-generated content of virtually every stripe that would would fool a hundred percent of anyone even five seconds older than me
The amount of AI material on TikTok broadly is just insane, the most obvious examples of which are Jesus Christ bedeviled by… well, the Devil, coupled with a suggestion to like and subscribe to help "our savior." I'm not a hundred percent sure it works like that. But AI is often just grabbing other people's videos and altering them slightly and then posting them to accounts whose names look like the kind of password a password manager would automagically generate. The idea I think is that you simply have to be more human to stand out and defeat these machines, like John Henry. Maybe that would make sense in a world not governed by algorithmic feeds, where people chose what they were watching, but we often don't. Also, John Henry dies at the end of that story.
Gen X is the equivalent of pre-war steel. I'm not implying a particular moral valence, or establishing a hierarchy of moral purity; the thing that largely defines my cadre is that we've always resisted the term anyway. We are as subject to propaganda as any human being; we take plus two from flank attacks like everybody else. But having a formed identity prior to the ambient radiation of social media is like having been administered a vaccine they don't make anymore. Because they can't.
(CW)TB out.
