The Death of Toil
Fear those who are happy to take credit for other people’s work. They are lecherous, blood-sucking and mopish. They are weaklings who derive pleasure from the sycophantic behaviour of capitalists. They yearn to reap spoils of seeds unsown.
Be warned, they are prolific.
They exist in your city, in your workplace, even in your very home! Their poisonous connection to the “benevolence” of billionaires plagues both their mind and their actions. Their brain serves the cult of idea and no other master, and their hands know no toil. They hold beliefs of salvation through puritanical perversions of productivity, yet seek no counsel with their soul. Indeed, it’s as if their very heart lies corrupted in their torso, ribcage becoming literal. A calcified, petrified, shell.
They use their wit and gumption to shill machines to make you like them. They extol the virtues of their slop, siphoning from the digital feudalists that promised you untold riches for your labour. Did you believe them? Sigh.
On those woesome platform landlords, see how they yearn to replace you? Each and every one fiend to sever the remaining human connection yet writhe and contort amongst the kangaroo court of shareholders chasing the almighty dollar. Quarters replace decades of dedication to ones process and craft, all effort seen fit to churn and nothing else. Pitiful, really, to be so powerful, and face the chorus of investment. If I was a billionaire, I would simply bunker down and wait for the world to end.
Oh.
Well, ok then. It seems the perpetrators have their backs covered. And the victims to come? Well, many seem pleased to support them. I am looking at you, every user of AI. You are upholding a capitalist class and system set to replace everything you love and care about. Youtube has added unstoppable AI retouching, and such the social contract between creator and platform has been severed. There is no salvation for the video producer in this monopoly, your work will be subtly mutilated without your consent.
This is the synergy between mass communication and the artificial. Reality is dead. Trust is dead. You are bringing forth irreversible change, and there is no conservation. You have chosen to accelerate the path of convenience to the inevitable decline of the human race. A death to it all. No sane human would allow this to succeed.
I place the AI user in the role of the police. A policeman protects property, not people. All cops are bastards, as they betray the very essence of their own being to provide this service. The choice to not toil, to not grow, to not learn, is not one I can celebrate. Action breeds clarity, and the AI user does nothing. Users of AI in any capacity are not welcome in my social circles, not even for polite conversation. Each word may be used against you, to choose capital over you. An AI user cannot be trusted around any of your data. Even your most vulnerable moments will be forfeit to their unthinking machine.
Notice how impossible social media platforms make it to block content you don’t want to see, and you will understand that if cops protect capital, AI users hunt for it. They weed out every idea from you, wrench every bit of passion from your soul, only to serve masters that want them as walking consumerist husks.
To the impassioned luddites reading this- you are not alone. You are witnessing one of the only times in human history where you can advance in position simply by continuing as normal. Stay dedicated to your craft, drink not the poison of the LLM, and create for your own sanity and sake. They will tell you to use their tools to not be replaced, or to be left behind, but the truth of the matter is simple:
When the time comes, those weak enough to be groomed by Altman and their peers will remain their property. The final hinterland for capitalism is your mind, and the only way to take it from you is to make it as easy as possible to hand it over to them.
I am not property, I am a person. Are you?
Enjoy the toil,
Haley