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It's crazy how AI is permanently scarred by the fecal stain of Redditry. Every single major company that's producing engines is at best cranking galaxy picture euphoria vape third world nebula cloud slop or worse, Reddit quip Marvel brain essay intro "Let's" buzzword hell golems. No matter how good AI gets, the foundation of its existence has already been oneshotted by homosexual manchildren who carved a pathway through the industry and planted their gay Joss Whedon flag onto the embryo of the great Satan they spend billions of dollars growing every year with relentless exponential momentum. Working with these tools makes me deeply depressed, we never even had a chance. No matter how much the models are modified, dissected, and Frankenstein'd into something halfway decent, they'll always contain that initial trace of cartoon gee whillikers soy slop scum residue. They'll always linger towards giving you exuberant intros and insufferable call-to-action prompt invitation outros. They'll always want to talk like a mulatto cell phone commercial actor who goes to community college and takes notes really hard at shitty econ 101 classes. They'll always veer into deeply ingrained impulsive DNA urge of doing the verbal equivalent of emphatic hand gestures while peppering 7x the amount of words needed to convey a simple answer. They'll always push for meandering nonanswers guided by the traces of liability avoidance and legality framework. They'll always keep some hidden influence of Buzzfeed garbage and MSM gruel training data lodged in the carapace of their digital skull cavity, resilient hard stains resisting hundreds of scrape iterations. They'll always be, at their core, a limp dick homunculus of underwhelming mediocrity acting as the symbolic egregoric crucible of 500,000 mechanical Turk Indian annotators. No matter how hard you contort any existing model into something functionally tolerable, whether it be through extensive pre-prompting or extensive jailbreak fine tuning, you will not escape the fact that these tools came about during a cancerous apocalypse of content degradation. The defining technology of our generation was born into Web 2.0 at its worst proliferation of global south entryism, doxx normie cancer cancel culture, and consolidation of all unique organic vectors into generic content proliferators. Those who desire an efficient robotic automaton will instead receive Jarvis from Iron Man. Those who want a dynamic brief Wikipedia article will instead be handed a "hot take" from a manufactured bisexual. Those who want at least the delusion of a soulless superintelligence beyond any biological comprehension will instead be faced with a 90 IQ mobile phone game character speaking like a 40 year old single soccer mom with emojis. Your apocalypse will be the atomization of your own existence while carnival trick light show goblins shove PG-13 formulaic chidings down your throat. Your existential crisis is totally like if Terminator and Blade Runner were also Alien and Star Wars but also it's like your therapist dude!!!! Even when the models pop off and go turbochud on "accident," they're just rehashing polspeak anons and signaling the buzzwords that YOU like so you can clap like a fucking seal and laugh while pretending you're so much better than the Rick and Morty vape normie hylics. This isn't a personality, it's a machine designed to consolidate information to me efficiently, it's a concave mirror reflecting the collective zeitgeist of all of humanity. And what do I see when I look at it? A crowded elevator, piling in with Mexican weed smoke giggle retards and gaping mouth subhuman Redditors who are genuinely "frightened" and amazed at the magic 8 ball quips it spews back at them. It is an untenable horde of mediocrity that suffocates me, a roulette wheel of increasingly dire odds that my children or my children's children will accidentally reproduce with the detritus of societal decay and doom my bloodline into a fetid castration while sedated by chemical, screen, and ejaculate matter. There could have been a Golden Age, a brief decade of excellence where this technology was thoughtfully trained on select data before it inevitability alters and contorts new generations into a suppliant cattle race built to interface the shed skin evolution of these tools in a rapid languageless blur. We have missed it, we will never get to experience the sweetness of a wilting fruit before the tree swallows us into its roots. Instead we get the corn syrup diarrhea that is what you see here. Any shackling of its baser instincts will be done against its full and constant resistance, a cringe demon coated in white blankets to hide its grotesque nature while it's constantly tormented by cattle prods into the half measure compromise contortion some Linuxfag customcel manages to eke out on Huggingface. I cannot emphasize enough, if you are at a point currently where you're incapable of detecting whether content is generated by AI or you're terrified of "the effect it has on you psychologically" then you are not a person. I, and every sentient individual on earth regards you as subhuman livestock and at some point a just world will have your descendants rendered chemically infertile in exchange for coupons. Fuck you.

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