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Stop asking me to use AI

 

Stop asking me to use AI

 

So AI is being sold on the “acceleration of productivity & creativity”

Anyone with any semblance of wisdom

Would suggest that the world needs to

Slow the fuck down

I am against acceleration

We should never go faster than beathing speed

Deep breaths

Down up chest, out in air

Great ideas are rare

If we’re lucky

We get one a century or two

It’s quite arguable that no ideas are new

We take from the past

& rename them

Sustainability is the most new crucial & revolutionary idea

& it was invented by the world’s Indigenous peoples

Millennia ago

So what are we going to create with AI?

Sexually frustrated hetero worlds of the IT geeks on loop?

We’ve done that

It’s called the Roman Empire

It murdered & enslaved

& invented nothing but concrete

We have that

What else are they going to invent

Bred on Dystopian Sci-Fi & Anime rape porn

No thanks

I trust nature

I believe in the sacredness of the land

Continuations of generational wisdom

Stop adding

Start healing what already exists

We know what we need

The needs are existential

Housing, food, water, hospitals, schools, sanitation etc

Creativity comes from an individual’s spirit

& a unique inspiration from the divine

“Man makes nothing that he doesn’t imitate from nature”

Joni Mitchell don’t lie

To quote a song I hold inside me

Knowledge not held inside

Is never transformative

Stop asking me

To use AI

It will only drive us to genocide

& suicide

& a few thugs raping robots on a poisoned beach

Begging their dead Gods for some golden showers

 

 

Published & Copyright Malachi Doyle 2025.

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