I Feel Like Not Enough People Talk About How Fiddleford Got Eaten By A Dinosaur And Ate His Way Out.

people using ai to generate fics is terrifying because large language models are getting better and better at approximating real writing, for the very reason that they steal more and more work from real writers every second.

ai generated writing has become sophisticated enough that often you truly have to rely on a gut feeling that what you’re reading isn’t written by a human. as bi says in her post, it’s the same as ai images that just have a certain look to them. sometimes there are specific “tells” you can pick out as evidence, but sometimes there aren’t.

ultimately what ai writing lacks is a true understanding of what is being written.

crucially, large language models aren’t actually intelligent. the way they work is simply predictive text on steroids. they generate words based on the words that come before - when they start a passage of text, they don’t “know” where it will go. this is why sources like chatGPT consistently give incorrect information, it doesn’t know what it is telling you, it is only regurgitating words in a human-like order based on the swathes of information it has stolen from other sources.

one thing ai writing will always lack is a true thought-out plot. it will constantly repeat itself. it will have plenty of adjectives and similes and “creative” synonyms, it'll be rife with cringey wattpad tropes as bi mentioned, because it is entirely unoriginal.

what frightens me is a future where the difference becomes indistinguishable to laypeople or casual readers, especially those who aren’t writers themselves. making accusations is near impossible without evidence and we don’t want a world where real art is dismissed simply out of ai paranoia, but the thought of a world where real authors are sidelined in the industry because readers are sated by robot-written slop is genuine nightmare fuel.

all this to say, i guess, is human writing can never be genuinely replaced if readers and writers are aware that ai generated work is hollow, meaningless, unoriginal garbage whose very production is harming our planet. or, rather, that readers continue to care that the art they consume is produced by a human being.

i honestly don’t know how anyone can stomach to read or enjoy work produced by ai knowing that there is no human feeling behind its creation. all i can do is hope the majority feel the same.

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OCD symptom i struggle with but don't see talked about a lot: inability to trust your own memory and/or perception.

as an example: i put my headphones in my bag. i say im sure they're in my bag, but what if i imagined putting them in my bag? i have to check, so i stick my hand inside and grab them. but then i have to check *again* because what if i just so happened to have another object shaped and sized exactly like my headphones that i just forgot about? so i have to pull them out of my bag and look directly at them to fully confirm they were in my bag

this is a fairly benign example but this also happens with other worse scenarios for me and it's. not fun

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Ghost tries denying to Price that he and soap have something going on between them but he does so by comparing it to Nik and Price’s relationship, unaware that they are literally engaged

Do you guys think Soap is the kind of guy that genuinely thinks that wearing socks and not kissing or talking about it afterwards cancels out the gay sex he’s having with Ghost

Economy is so bad we're fantasising about having someone love us for our savings 😭😭

I think price gets a huge heart boner when he watches you act all thrifty when it comes to shopping

‘bloody cost of living’ he’s thinking when you’re at the checkout, watching the price of the weekly food shop rack up with every item scanned by the cashier. you don’t seem phased whatsoever, is this always what it costs when you come shopping?

john’s snapped out of this thoughts by you making a grabby hand gesture at him, asking for your purse. he trues to protest but you just roll your eyes and grab it yourself. he watches you pull out a stack of vouchers, passing them over to the cashier. his heart rate slows considerably when he watches the pounds drop like flies, it nearly bursts out his chest again though when looks over at you to see you beeming with pride, happy with your savings

he’ll see you eyeing up a nice item of clothing next, flinching when you flip the price tag over. he furrows his brow when you walk back over to him, without the clothes

‘I’ll buy it, dove. don’t stress about the price.’ he says, reaching to grab it but you intercept his hand before he can, shaking your head

‘that top was in style twenty years ago, the charity shops down the road will have a similar one for pennies, john.’

he doesn’t have faith but you prove him wrong within the hour. it’s obviously not the same but it’s actually better quality than the one you originally saw. besides, you also managed to find two pairs of trousers, a dress, some shoes, and a bag for what you said was half the price of the original top

‘clever girl’ he hums, pressing a kiss to the side of your head as you tap his card and put his wallet back in your bag

he has no problem spending money on you whatsoever, but he adores how considerate you are of his finances. the smile on your face when the planning pays off. he’ll find another way to spend that money on you though, buying you the designer item you’ve been trying to thrift forever because of the price but you just can’t find anywhere :)

when i was a young boy i had the philosophy of ‘balls are the boobs of the penis so its ok that i want to suck on them it doesn’t make me gay” and tbh i was cooking

reunion :)

(heavily inspired by “all that’s said in the low light”)

SOAP'S FACE

sorry dude i got distracted by the beautiful river of chest hair you have flowing between your tits, can you repeat that?