It’s almost 5 in the morning but as soon as I woke up from my dream I had to jot what I remembered down. Sometimes you can’t let it go you have to write shit down. Who know what it could turn into, even if it goes nowhere I feel like it’s good to record something that could turn into the thing.
Maybe the robots will kill me first for saying this, but I hate AI. It’s a threat to creativity and our function as a species. Also, cheating isn’t cool.
