she/them You can call me Aurora or Sulfur!
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Silt Strider from The Elder Scrolls III: Morrowind
Someone: the main thing you learned from your mother?
Walter: How to respect women
Lance: How to treat women
Marcy: How to girlboss
Killian: ACAB
That's how my bestie found me
This morning I was reading a fanfic (ao3) and everything was fine until in the comment section the author answered a question about the writing AI she was using. I felt such visceral disgust at that. I dropped the story like it was acid.
To those that use AI. How dare you? How dare you to have the audacity of using a program that steals people's creativity? How dare you feed it, taking that which was granted with love and passion and then transform it into a soulless program? How dare you bend yourself to these corporations that only seek to exploits us further?
I would 100% prefer to read a fic that has mistakes but that has care into every word and a person behind it with immense love for the fandom, than to read Shakespeare vomited by a code that it was written by a thousand cunts that wank themselves at a picture of Mark Zuckerberg.
If you're doing mental gymnastics to justify art theft and exploitation, then there's no mistake. You are wrong. Nothing will change that.
*nerevar rising soundclip*
*dagoth ur voice* welcome moon-and-star
*silt strider noise*
you're now listening to!
*volcano eruption noise*
102.3!
*sixth house ambience*
REAL SIXTH HOUSE FM
*sound of lava bubbling and ash slaves*
where we play nothing but chants, hymns, and praises to the true god of morrowind!
*dagoth ur laugh track*
this is not the false gods' station!
*radioactive by imagine dragons starts playing*
People who put mayonnaise machines in coops are like: oh yeah I want you to watch your unborn children suffer.