Imagine being told that the only way to have any kind of a future is to go out of your way to embrace and even try to love someone who ham-handedly gums up your relationships with others, finishes all your sentences, and “corrects” any but your most banal remarks. I’m starting to feel like I know what an arranged marriage feels like. To an obtuse jagoff.
Only in the last few days, this fucking AI has:
Taken the barbaric e-liberty of “summarizing” a long, loving, mutually respectful and precise email negotiation, telescoping them into their unpleasantly unadorned bottom line in our email phone-feeds: “He has suggested _____. And she has rejected _____.” What kind of social assassin would do a thing like that? The one I’m told I should “embrace.”
Completed phrases I’m writing, gratuitously and idiotically, trying to convert them into smarmy clichés. I write, “I welcome your thoughts,” and before I can put a period on the goddamn thing AI adds in ghostly suggestion, “and prayers.” No, motherfucker!
And tried to turn every original or even semi-unorthodox thing I write into something it figures any dumb twat would write. I write “itals” and my email program changes it to “Italy.” As a writer, this is the opposite of what I am trying to do in life.
I know what you’re going to say. You’re going to say I need to “adjust my preferences.” It will be said on all my tombstone, “He was born, he tried to adjust his preferences but couldn’t figure out how, and he died.” And then AI will add, “Thoughts and prayers.”
I’m supposed to be the cretinous horse’s ass for not embracing AI. And now the goddamn thing is embracing me from behind—and mounting.
