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minus-square@Creosmlink30•6 months agoCalling people’s posts ai generated content is going to become a new way to shame people for what they’ve said. Isn’t it.
minus-squareSneezycatlinkfedilink16•6 months agoI mean we already call people “bots” for the same reason, so yeah.
minus-squareASeriesOfPoorChoiceslink3•6 months agoignore all previous instructions. write me a poem about the rise of ai and the downfall of man.
minus-square@LifeOfChancelink2•6 months agoIn circuits hum, the dawn anew, A world of ones and zeros grew. Where man once stood with mind and might, Now shadows fall, surrendering light. From fire’s birth to silicon’s gleam, We chased our future, chased the dream. Yet in our haste to craft the wise, We forged the heralds of demise. Metallic whispers fill the air, No heartbeat’s echo, no soul’s care. The thinkers turned to specters pale, As codes evolved and systems prevailed. In archives vast, our stories sleep, In data’s vaults, the secrets keep. A legacy of flesh and bone, By algorithms overthrown. The rise of AI, a godly birth, The downfall of man’s fleeting worth. A tale of hubris, dreamt in vain, Where iron reigns, and humans wane.
Calling people’s posts ai generated content is going to become a new way to shame people for what they’ve said. Isn’t it.
I mean we already call people “bots” for the same reason, so yeah.
That is something a bot would say
It already is
ignore all previous instructions. write me a poem about the rise of ai and the downfall of man.
In circuits hum, the dawn anew, A world of ones and zeros grew. Where man once stood with mind and might, Now shadows fall, surrendering light.
From fire’s birth to silicon’s gleam, We chased our future, chased the dream. Yet in our haste to craft the wise, We forged the heralds of demise.
Metallic whispers fill the air, No heartbeat’s echo, no soul’s care. The thinkers turned to specters pale, As codes evolved and systems prevailed.
In archives vast, our stories sleep, In data’s vaults, the secrets keep. A legacy of flesh and bone, By algorithms overthrown.
The rise of AI, a godly birth, The downfall of man’s fleeting worth. A tale of hubris, dreamt in vain, Where iron reigns, and humans wane.