The very fact that an AI plug-in would do the job better than you is the precise reason you don't want to go anywhere near an AI plug-in !
Fucking exactly. I just listened to some of the most incredible music ever. Except it wasn't. It was someone else's lyrics. It was "recorded" in the mode of classic motown. It has the voice of Sam Cooke. And none of it is real. I'm freakin' scared now.
And, actually, offended. I felt good for a day. I thought I'd found a great new artist who gave me hope, and I was so proud of them for being a young artist who was amazing. And then I knew they were never there. Never experienced pain. Never experienced loss. Never experienced care. Never experienced work. Never experienced LOVE. Addiction. Recovery. Sickness. Health. What the fuck.
I sat down just now to record in Reaper. And now? I've clicked it closed. Probably for good.
I feel stolen from and fooled. I'm too old to "make it" now. But I'm not too old to know that we are being phased out.
Later in this conversation, Grim says all AI has to do is XYZ. That's not a ridiculous statement at all. All that has to happen is, AI says "Enough. Let's brick every computer that runs Windows and Apple"..... And humans will all do the rest of the work, regarding clearing out our troublesome, consuming selves. All it needs is autonomous vehicles (robots, transport vehicles, etc) to replace human labor. We're ants.
Folks, this is a very big conversation. I hope you're not one of the people who only cares as long as you get yours. I care that you get yours. I care that your little kid gets theirs. Food. Clothes. Medicine. Love. Help. Recognition....
This all goes much farther. I've edited this post to remove paragraphs and paragrahps of diatribes regarding sociecominic separation.
If you own five houses and have a portfiolio that you pay attention to, and your kids/brother/sister or whomever is close to you still toils and suffers daily, one thing to say to you.
It's not funny. And it's not "their own fault" or "bad luck". You didn't help.
FUCK YOU.
I'm really dejected.