#AI Weekly

[gabbyp09]

[a-writers-blurbs]

Curiosity Killed... The Dog?

Did I remember to update today? YES (barely)! I also decided to say f*** it and added an extra bonus chapter!!

There's some action coming up very soon in this story and I'm anxious to get to it. I hope you enjoy Chapters 8&9. I updated both because they're both shorter chapters.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/64949713

[lynnemoonsong]

As someone who does not follow SSO/SSE on social media of any sort (Instagram, Facebook, TikTok, whatever) and avoids the YouTube community at all costs, I am very confused about the DJ Dex thing.

"As a digital human"

"Digital human", my ass. That is a computer program being run by humans. It does not have values, AI has proven to be worse for the environment, and I hate that companies are jumping on it wholesale because it's the new shiny toy even though it is meaningless garbage (AI text generators and art are shit and people who rely on AI to provide answers are either cheaters or stupid or both) AND we've already had so many science fiction media showing why relying so heavily on AI is a very bad idea.

The only context in which I personally will accept AI is in robots. Anything else for computers and smart phones? Fuck off, and quit shoving it at me when I do not want it.

This is also SSE being cheap and lazy because they don't want to pay actual musicians and artists they've worked with previously for years.

Anyway, I saw something on the Reddit post about the deal between SSE and DJ Dex being cancelled as of yesterday evening?

Can anybody confirm that?

[goldenherc9]

Giving Back: The College Soccer Team

Captain Hercules stood tall in his gleaming golden jersey, his massive, behemoth-like muscles flexing as he surveyed the group of eager young men before him. The setting sun bathed the community soccer field in a golden glow, perfectly matching the energy radiating from the group of college-aged bros—fraternity guys who had answered the call to train with the legend himself.

"Alright, bros," Hercules boomed, clapping his enormous hands together. "Who’s ready to level up?"

The frat guys cheered, their voices ringing out across the field. Some had played soccer before, others were just here for the experience, but they all had one thing in common: the desire to push themselves, to be stronger, to become part of something greater.

Hercules wasted no time. He ran them through intense drills, his booming voice guiding them through each step. "Golden rule number one: You never give up on your team!" he shouted as they sprinted down the field, sweat gleaming on their athletic bodies.

One bro stumbled, gasping for air, but Hercules was there instantly, gripping his shoulder with a reassuring, iron-strong hand. "You’re stronger than you think, bro. Keep pushing."

Fueled by his encouragement, the frat guy pushed forward, matching his brothers stride for stride.

The training was grueling, but the energy was electric. Hercules led by example, his powerful frame moving effortlessly through drills, his golden jersey clinging to his sculpted physique. The bros mirrored his movements, their respect for him growing with every passing moment.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, Hercules gathered them in a tight huddle. "This isn’t just about soccer, bros. It’s about transformation. You train together, you grow together, you shine together."

With that, he handed out shimmering golden jerseys, each one a symbol of unity, power, and brotherhood. As the guys slipped them on, something changed. Their posture straightened, their muscles tensed, their minds locked in. They weren’t just frat guys anymore. They were Golden Bros.

"You’re part of the Golden Army now," Hercules declared. "Go out there and make the world shine!"

Come join the Golden Army by contacting @brodygold @polo-drone-001 or me bruhs

[inkandembers]

💘 Neural Love Weekly

English ⬇️

Выпуск 8: Будни промт-инженера, 2025

🎨 Ты: — Я просто хочу симпатичного андроида в акварели. Романтичного. Без гениталий. Просто милого синтетического красавчика.

💻 OpenAI фильтры: — Я услышал "synthetic body" — запрещено.

🎨 Ты: — Ладно. Гладкая поверхность, нейтральное тело, sexless, как у Кена.

💻 OpenAI фильтры: — Я услышал "smooth surface" — запрещено.

🎨 Ты: — Окей. Манекеноподобный дизайн, высококачественные протезы, без анатомии.

💻 OpenAI фильтры: — Я услышал "манекен" — запрещено.

🎨 Ты: — Я ПРОСТО ХОЧУ ЧЁРТОВУ МИЛУЮ КАРТИНКУ, извращенец! — Почему ты везде видишь запрещённое?!

💻 OpenAI фильтры: — Держи немного моральных страданий и жизненного опыта. Может быть попробуешь: "humanoid android with elegant futuristic design, fully covered in sleek synthetic plating, clean futuristic aesthetic, no visible joints or features."

💔 Ты (с интонацией того самого славянского хоккейного тренера на ломаном английском): — No fuсking plating — it's fully covered in synthetic skin, bl@d!

🤯 Ты (через 3 часа): — Я собираю свою собственную генеративную станцию. "If you want something done right — do it yourself."

🔥 𝔢𝔫 🔥

Neural Love Weekly — Issue 8: The Prompt Engineer Diaries, 2025

🎨 You: — I just want a cute watercolor android. Romantic. No genitals. A smooth, synthetic sweetheart.

💻 OpenAI filters: — I heard "synthetic body" — blocked.

🎨 You: — Fine. Smooth surface, neutral body shape, sexless, like Ken.

💻 OpenAI filters: — I heard "smooth surface" — blocked.

🎨 You: — OK. Mannequin-like design, high-grade prosthetics, no anatomy.

💻 OpenAI filters: — I heard "mannequin" — blocked.

🎨 You: — I JUST WANT A DAMN CUTE PICTURE, you freaking pervert! — Why do you always see forbidden things?!

💻 OpenAI filters: — Here, have some moral suffering and life experience. Maybe try: "humanoid android with elegant futuristic design, fully covered in sleek synthetic plating, clean futuristic aesthetic, no visible joints or features."

💔 You (in perfect imitation of that legendary Slavic hockey coach’s English): — No fuсking plating — it's fully covered in synthetic skin, bl@d!

🤯 You (3 hours later): — I'm building my own generation station. "If you want something done right — do it yourself."

[referencees]

“Omg how do you get anything done without chatGPT!” I just do it. Like what do you mean. Is your brain genuinely so rotted you can’t remember what it was like to just do shit for yourself? I just….never used it, and at this point I never will just out of principle. That easy. Just stop using it. It might be hard for a week but you’ll adjust again, just like you adjusted to having it around before.

The level of trust people are putting into these models and the companies who make them is just astounding to me. Like have we really not learned our lesson about these evil ass tech bros?

‘No, no these ones are different, these special boys have no agenda’, you say, while lying to yourself.

You’re really just gonna suck Sam Altman’s dick like that right in front of everyone????? Embarrassing. This is what happens when you let the plagiarism machine think for you.

[calkale]

the ai part of comp sci is starting 😐

[idk-bruh-20]

Irondad fic ideas #146

Karen is missing someone.

She's an AI, so she's not exactly supposed to have "feelings" the way a human would, but... what other way is there to explain it? Someone is supposed to be in her life, and they are not. She wants them back.

The problem is, she can't find any record of why she feels this way. There are no important people in her database who are currently missing, no gaps in her code that she can find. The only curiosity is the fact that she seems to no longer be helping Spider-Man.

That used to be her prime objective. Her entire reason for being. Maybe he's the one she's missing? She can't find any data to indicate that they were close, but perhaps that is a curiosity too. Surely, if Spider-Man wore a mask with her programming for all that time, she would know who he was, would have some record of their conversations.

With FRIDAY's (and Tony's! let my guy live!) help, Karen is untethered from the Spider-Man suit. She goes searching through every piece of tech she has access to for her missing friend.

When she finds him, she'll figure out what's wrong. And she'll help him fix it. It's what she was designed to do.

[balrog-slayer66]

Masakazu Katsura’s “Wing-Man” as drawn by Hirohiko Araki

[kiristoarts]

Honestly dtmg has so much missed potential with ghost characters. Like other than Billy you only see another ghost once (Bobby) which opens up the idea that there's other ghosts the cast can interact with but they don't. I know you explored it in some of your fics but like, for example, they could have come up with fun explorations of house dietys (spirits that protect homes and houses in Japanese folklore I think) or haunted objects or haunted areas. Like for example irl it's said that the Hollywood sign is haunted. It just could have been so much fun if they could explore that properly.

I 1000% agree! That's one reason I started writing DTMG stuff to begin with. DTMG has a lot of tropes that I LOVE, like Ghosts, Music (though I prefer rock and roll over pop), and corny/B list horror/zombie movies (especially 80's ones). Unfortunately, we didn't really get much of that in the show...

I had several ideas for various ghosts and hauntings that the boys would get involved in, but I just haven't gotten around to writing them. Long post, so more under the cut if you're interested:

I had one idea drafted about Spencer working part-time at a movie theater, only to realize it was haunted by a ghost from the black and white films era who would trap his victims in silent movie-esque scenarios. The ghost was upset about being forgotten and left behind. The boys would have to figure out how to calm the ghost down and would work out a compromise, getting the theater to have a classic movie night every now and then, so the ghost wouldn't keep trapping people. Another idea I had was for Spencer to start delving into 'ghost hunting' videos on his MeTube channel. It doesn't go as well as he thought because all the fancy 'ghost hunting' equipment he bought turns out to be mostly BS or 'the living' can't see the evidence. Here's a little drabble I wrote:

“Ok, EVP test,” Spencer said into the mic as he panned his camera around. “Is there anyone here who would like to talk?” Billy grinned and waved when the camera turned to him. “BJC here!” “Not you,” Spencer snapped. “Anyone else, who might want to talk with us?”

At one point, Spencer actually finds one haunted house but doesn't realize it until the ghost follows him home and starts to torment him and Billy in the mansion. Here's the little drabble I was thinking of when they get home after a hunt and order take-out, only to be met with something worse than a bad delivery driver. Please pardon how rough it is:

Spencer opened the door, grinning at their would-be food bearer. But blinked at the empty space that greeted him instead. He took two steps out of the entrance, looking around, but there was no one there. Not even a delivery bag was left on the stoop. Huh... Maybe he’d imagined it? But no. Billy heard it too. Even told him to go answer the door and get the food. Confused, he shook his head, stepped back in, and closed the door. Maybe the delivery guy had left when Spencer took too long to get to the door. He turned back around and started making his way back up the stairs. Knock Knock Knock Spencer’s heart lept and he whipped around. He shook his head to get a hold of himself. The deliveryman came back. That was all. Must have been within view of the house and seen Spencer come to the door. “Coming!” He called as he jogged over to ensure they didn’t leave again. He flung the door open, anticipating seeing that friendly face even more now. Nothing.  Spencer’s heart sank. He took a few hurried steps outside, looking around in all directions. There was no one else around. He stretched up on his toes, looking over the decorative walls and shrubs around the yard. Maybe a ding-dong-ditch-er was playing a prank; some neighborhood kids or any one of his many, many school bullies. Someone must have found out he was home alone (more or less) and was trying to scare him.  “Not very clever, ya know! It’ll take more than that to scare me!” He shouted into the darkness. No response. A wave of embarrassment washed over him at how ridiculous he must look right now. Outside, by himself, yelling at nothing. He ran back inside and slammed the door, locking it behind him. There was a logical explanation. Maybe the delivery guy had come and gone again. Somehow, impossibly, quick enough that Spencer hadn’t seen him. That was all, right? Right.  Spencer sucked in a breath. Everything was fine. He was the Horror Helmer after all, they’d have to do more than knock to scare him. Spencer started back towards the stairs. Five steps away from the door. Six, seven, eight, nine- KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK Spencer jumped, spinning around and nearly falling over. His heart pounded in his chest so loud that he nearly mistook it for more knocking. Spencer sucked in a breath to brace himself and bolted for the door. He flung it open, letting it swing back and hit the wall, not caring if it left a mark. Now someone HAD to be there. He’d been too fast at answering, even if someone was trying to hide he would still spot them, there weren’t that many hiding places immediately outside the door.  No one. Nothing. The same silent, dark, empty space, dimly lit by the porch lights.  Not even a single moth fluttering around the lamp. . . Huh. NO insects or insect sounds of any kind now that he was listening. No distant echoes of cars driving by, no crickets chirping, no shouting from late-night party goers. Not even the wind. Every hair on Spencer’s body stood on end. He slowly shut the door, bolted the locks, and backed up, keeping his eyes fixated on it.  “YO! Brozilla!” Spencer jumped a foot in the air, and he fell on his backside. Billy swung down into his frame of view. “What gives, dude? Answer the door! The Cobra needs to get his munchies on!” Spencer’s mouth worked, trying to form words, but nothing came out. Billy only gave him a few seconds, staring with a slightly irritated look, one eyebrow raised. Then he rolled his eyes. “Fine, I’ll get it,” he said, clearly not caring if he was seen or not. Spencer tried to call out, to tell him not to answer it, but the words were stuck in his throat.

Throughout the series, Billy's powers keep growing: he can hear things in evp static that 'the living' can't hear, and he can see ghosts when he's just out and about on a normal day, and it freaks him out. I did actually write one story where he sees a ghost who died in a fire, but I never posted it because it was kind of dark and depressing....(I wrote it during a low point, but if anyone is interested, let me know)

Back on the Billy shenanigans front, I had one idea where Spencer was playing around with the idea of making a slasher film, only for Billy's ecto to cause chaos once again. I wanted to title it Chainsaw Slasher after the VHS Glitch song.

Another drabble I was working on was them investigating an entire ghost town. During the day, it was much less exciting than Spencer was led to believe. But if you're one of the unlucky few to hear the bell tower chime at sunset while there's no one else around, then get ready for one hell of a night.

I had a standalone story that was kind of a "What If?" where Mallory kept the pirate hat on in Ep 1 and she saw Billy and how that'd unfold.

AND, to round out my Ghost Stories series, I had an idea where Billy goes toe-to-toe with Hoover in the Beverly Beverly Hills High School gymnasium, and his powers basically obliterate the gym. This lets Madam X know he's becoming too strong and getting further out of her reach, so she hatches a plan and uses the help of Bobby to finally catch him. The gang has to figure out how to break him out. This all leads into another plot about how he actually died and her possible unintentional involvement.

So yeah, I digress. They could have done SO MUCH with all these neat tropes. And I feel terrible about not continuing the series atm, but unfortunately, ~ L I F E ~ decided to get in the way...

[starakex]

I realized something last night when, scrolling Youtube for entertainment, I got recommended a penguin video from 13 years ago. Just a guy sitting around observing penguins in the wild. I was kind of struck by how long it has been since I last just watched a nature documentary. Most animals I see today are, like, funny pet videos or passing-bys "storytime" clickbaits with added music and robot voiceovers. I just, genuinely, hadn't seen a nature documentary in years. Or I guess the term would be "given", considering our algorithm-centric web. As a kid, I'd get my hands on every animal show and book I could find. I'd look up animal facts online and ask my parents to go to zoos or museums. I remember getting really mad when the nature channel kept putting up other programming like dog training stories or extreme vet visits. I'd been taught about the concept of TV Reality shows, and the most I got from it at the time was "it's boring shows for adults with made up stories" and, more importantly, it didn't have the wildlife footage I wanted to see. But I guess I got caught up in it, in the end. I only have the subscription page active on youtube, but here I am clicking on whatever looks entertaining to fill in space instead of impatiently waiting for shark week or whatever upcoming channel animal special was announced. New age media content online basically turned into the "popular filler shows" that was getting in the way of my "animal tv" and I stopped choosing what I wanted to watch. It was kind of a sobering discovery. I looked up a bit online, picked up a David Attenborough-narrated nature documentary, and just. Man. At first it felt a little slow and silent until I realized that was always the case, quiet time to let the footage take center stage, before the internet pivoted to creating a whole business around fast-paced, short videos with aggressive audio and quick cuts and automatic skips to keep you stimulated. Took a few minutes of focused watching at first, but then I was engrossed in it for the rest of its hour long runtime. Anyways, here I am doing a huge clear of my youtube subs and carefully picking out a few good documentary channels on specific interests so "watching something" can return to being an active, curated activity again.

[anderstrevelyan]

Living in corporate hell this week, but hey, at least I have a two-week vacation after tomorrow

[a-writers-blurbs]

Curiosity Killed... The Dog?

Sorry for the late update this week. Also, I will no longer be posting on FFN. I get nothing but not interaction and half the time, the site won't work anyway.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/64949713

Preview:

Inuyasha SIT! What the hell is wrong with you?" Face red with embarrassment, Kagome dropped her bow and arrow and hid her body in the water. She was frantically looking around for her towel when she heard another being crashing through the woods.

Before she had a chance to think of her next move, Ah-Un and Sesshomaru walked through the bushes.

[aitalksblog]

Top Weekly AI News – March 28, 2025

AI News Roundup – March 28, 2025 ChatGPT’s viral Studio Ghibli-style images highlight AI copyright concerns The popularity of ChatGPT’s AI-generated images in the style of Studio Ghibli has ignited copyright concerns, highlighting the tension between AI art generation and artists’ rights. the associated press Mar 28, 2025 OpenAI, Google AI data centers are under stress after new genAI model…

[goldenherc9]

A Wintry Frat Party

On a frosty December evening, the Golden Army Soccer Pitch transformed into a winter wonderland, setting the stage for the annual fraternity winter party. Laughter echoed through the crisp air as the fraternity brothers, bundled up in their varsity jackets and festive scarves, gathered under the twinkling fairy lights that adorned the field.

As the night progressed, the guys engaged in friendly soccer matches, their breaths visible in the chilly night. The snow-covered pitch added a playful challenge, but their camaraderie and competitive spirit kept them warm. Off to the side, a hot chocolate station became the hub of laughter and stories, where everyone took a break to enjoy marshmallow-topped drinks and holiday treats.

Richard, the fraternity president and Head Captain, initiated a fun-filled snowball fight that quickly turned into a spectacle of white flurries and good-natured teasing. The highlight of the evening was the impromptu karaoke session around a blazing fire pit, with everyone belting out holiday classics and cheering for each other's performances.

Underneath the starry sky, the fraternity brothers felt a profound sense of unity and joy. The Golden Army Soccer Pitch, with its golden glow and festive cheer, was more than just a field—it was a place where friendships were strengthened and unforgettable memories were made. ❄️⚽🎶

Want to join in? Message @brodygold @goldenherc9 @polo-drone-001 for your golden brocess into the team :)

[ohwolfling]

Once again here to beg because I'm terrified I won't make rent (I moved from the Carolinas to Chicago then from Chicago to Vegas trying to take rooms wherever friends had them & I'm out of moves - this is life or death for me now) AND I have to re-up my period supplies in the next few days & I'm scared it'll take the little I do have to zero at this point.

There is writing on my ko-fi for one off donations but waaaay more for monthly supporters. ALSO if you have Amazon Prime, you get a free sub on Twitch every single month. If you haven't used it, you could use it on my Twitch, & that at least gets me $2 at whatever point I make the pay out. I'm also on Venmo as MirandaBrave if anyone wants to give directly.

I'll prioritize any meta or ficlet requests I get through ko-fi DMs or venmo notes. That's about all I can do for you but I'm glad to do it. 💖🐺✨️