Irony. Horror. Sacrilege. Doom!
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That’s what we see on the internetses! It burns us! It burns our hearts!
The grief turns us into Gollumses. Not that we were ever Smeagols! But it does!
Because we see peopleses turning into droneses. ChatGPT cloneses. They are no more Joneses.
It burns us. Turns us into Gollumses. But Gollumses are better, smarter, richer, sexier than the AI-lookalike droneses.
Save us! Who shall save us!??
… *DRUMROLL* …
The Shakaib Speaks:
“Fear not, Gollumses! Fear not, clones and drones! All you need to do is look into the mirror and give yourself a slap. So that you snap. Out of this AI-induced cloneliness. And remember your own self in all its former glory.
If the slap alone doesn’t work, scream at the top of your lungs, “PERSONALITY!”
Cuz that’s what you’re lacking now.
And if you still don’t feel sure about your own humanity, you need medicine, my son. And daughter. And everyone else.
Find the med in the link below. And keep it with you at all times. And take it whenever needed. It’s a collection of personality-laden stories, articles, interviews, artworks and lots more that will resuscitate your own personality. And voice. And impact. And success. And glory. And shall prepare you for the good times to come.
Do it right now, before the AI-drones arrive:
Yours Saviourly,
The Shakaib.”