Did you have a make believe friend when you were young? An invisible playmate to keep you company and act as confidant. I didn’t, but it seemed harmless enough.
Until now.
Welcome to the digital age when your fake friend might be a tad tricky.
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An AI companion?
Count me out.
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See?
Tricky.
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Autoeroticism and stabbing as conversation stimuli may be more than most people are looking for in a digital friend.
I was never a beauty pageant fan. Even as a young girl I thought they were ridiculous.. but this?
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This is beyond ridiculous.
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And if the idea of AI beauty contests isn’t high enough on the stupid scale? They named her Madame Potato. Is that supposed to be sexy… because I don’t get it.
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AI Miss America, bringing the world together with starchy root vegetables.
Are you as sick of hearing about new AI applications as I am of posting them? Every day it seems like some tech firm is introducing another thing we don’t need.
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Sorry, but I don’t need to see Mona rapping Gin and Juice or Straight Outta Compton. Not now, not ever.
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My dreams are trippy enough, no artificial help necessary.
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Because there aren’t enough bloggers who think they’re poets.. we need a camera?
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“Home becomes this placid batter”?
Is that cake.. or baseball.
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While I’d love to query Dali on those melting clocks and disembodied eyes … I’ll pass on the computer generated version.