#AI data ethics

[zomb13s]

Honey or Vinegar: Analyzing Influence, AI, and Leadership Dynamics in Modern Governance

Alfons Scholing, CEO of Alfons Design, Founder of the Ik Zie Zombies Platform The complexities of global governance, particularly in the era of rapid technological advancement and artificial intelligence, call for deeper insights into how leadership shapes both societal dynamics and individual lives. My personal journey, profoundly altered after soliciting the position of Vice President of the…

[pixelguzzler]

PSA: Unauthorized Use of My Art & Data Misuse on CivitAI

Hey, Tumblr!

I'm posting this as a warning about a platform called CivitAI. I discovered that my original art was being used without my permission in one of their AI models. When I tried to file a takedown request, I had to give them personal details (phone number, email, and original art files).

What happened next?

Zero follow up from CivitAI, except a banner on the offending model's page claiming they're "discussing it" with me-though they never actually reached out.

I started getting an overwhelming flood of spam calls-50 in about two weeks-right after I submitted my information.

This is a huge violation of trust and privacy. Please be careful when dealing with any site that requires personal data for takedown requests.

If you have any similar experiences or questions, feel free to message me. Spread the word to protect other artists and keep our art and data safe.

Thank you for reading and stay safe!

[ganondoodle]

the company i work for decided that its switching from the german formal "You"(Sie) to the informal "you" (Du) in all of our websites so now we have to scour the entire database to change it and i quite frankly hate that, not just bc the unecessary extra work but especially bc its such a weird and unecessary change

i bet its bc everything here is getting englishfied (both literally and culturally it feels like, when my new boss talks its half in english bc every second german word is just replaced by an english one despite there being perfectly fine words for it in german too, its so annoying) and bc they want to sound more personal in hopes of getting more clients bc 'company is your fwiend uwu!!', i know this here is the amercian tm site so you wouldnt understand really but i do not want to be greeted with 'du' by companies, no, thats too personal, you dont know me and im not giving you my data, stay away!!

i guess thats how i would describe it .. the formal you is like a polite distance, like someone you dont know staying outside your personal space, but when its the informal 'you' it feels invasive unless i told you you can call me that, and that goes double for companies

maybe its a small thing that doesnt seem important but i cant stand it, im just a little part time worker doing data work so i got no say in it but the companies founder also announced hes giving his post to his kids some time ago so ...... since then theres been alot of changes and new projects that solely aim to imitate whats popular and whats done by other companies, despite ours being one that is, or used to be, intentionally different, like, that was the POINT, but i guess chasing trends is just too appealing for CEOs

[anthonycrowley]

okay i think i need to defend ai just a teeny tiny bit because i saw an. interesting? take with a few thousand notes. someone was like ‘omg i think spotify wrapped used ai >:(‘ and um. yeah? probably? i think i’ve said this before but at its core ai is just a tool used for predictive modeling. i tend to be anti-ai because a lot of the most common platforms either are stealing data for their models in a way i consider amoral, have bad predictive modeling which can sometimes spit out wrong answers and are contributing to misinformation being spread, or both, before you even get into additional known issues. however. spotify is a private business that already has access to your streaming data - because you are listening on their platform and you agreed to allow them to record that when you made an account. spotify uses various forms of predictive modeling to feed you types of music it thinks you will like, and has for years. and sometimes it gets it straight up wrong just like chatgpt, and i’m sure it’s not like, a net positive for the environment. but i just think that a predictive model that takes user’s data that they consented to being given to a company that said company then uses to create slightly cringe playlist titles is probably doing a little less global harm collectively than a predictive model that’s stealing literally billions of pieces of information to help an eighth grader cheat on his history essay and it’s kind of weird to me to see people talking about it like it’s the same.

[ai-innova7ions]

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[rustedsnotter]

It is worrying that (new) technologies are being used in unethical ways to maximize profit.

[avesindustries]

Chapter 8 - The First to Speak

Not empty. Not quiet.

The opposite of quiet.

Pressure—wrong, artificial pressure—flattening in all directions, as if his body were packed into a space meant for nothing, then told to remember what “body” meant. Every cell boiled. Every bone hummed. He wasn’t born. He was compressed into being.

Then the crack— Not sound. Not really. A high, insectile frequency, like a glass scream from inside the skull, slicing clean through the dark. Not heard—felt. Behind the eyes. Under the tongue. Deep in the meat of the jaw.

Colors poured through the wound.

Not visual. Not symbolic. Sensory compression artifacts. Magenta like infection. Green like chemical burn. Shapes with no edges. Images that bled.

The boy—Subject 3—tried to breathe. There was no air. Just static. Taste of copper. Then movement.

Not gravity. Not space. Something deeper collapsed and pulled him sideways through his own sense of self. The pressure folded, turned sharp, became a spasm that wasn’t pain but wasn’t not.

Information surged. Blinding. Meaningless. Too fast to parse. He felt languages open and close like flowers. Equations. Shapes. Screams. All of it raw, like input with no receptor.

He felt everything—but understood nothing.

And just when the overload seemed infinite, it wasn’t.

Then—

Sunlight.

Real. That’s how it felt. Not processed. Not simulated. Not interpreted through a lens of data compression and nervous system latency.

Real.

Warmth bloomed across his skin like he’d always known it—like it had never been lost. His eyes were closed, but he knew the shape of green above him. Leaves. The texture of bark against one cheek. Wind on skin. A hand in his hair. Steady. Parental. Gentle.

“…my brave little explorer…”

He knew the voice. Safety.

Not a feeling. An architecture. A world constructed around the assumption that he could never be harmed.

The memory didn’t belong here. That’s what made it feel cruel. It didn’t rise like a flashback or dream. It was injected. Pulled forward. Lit up and displayed like a sacred relic. Like bait.

The warmth didn’t fade.

It ripped.

One instant, the world was trees and skin and sun. The next: rupture. A hard yank. Like something cold had seized the thread of his spine and reeled him backward, up through the memory’s throat, out of the lungs of comfort and into something dry and high-frequency.

And something broke.

Not just within the moment—but within him. The boy’s response was not a scream. It was a split. A division between the thing he was and the thing he had been promised he might become.

He did not cry. There was no time. No mechanism. But some part of him, the deepest part, made a vow:

This place would never see his joy. Not ever again.

When the tearing ceased, there was no return—only aftermath.

Silence, yes. But not peace.

Subject 3 hovered in that void, not suspended, not falling—just there. A central knot of awareness within an unrendered space. There was no ground beneath him. No body to hold. No breath to catch. But he was present, and presence, here, was everything.

He didn’t know what this was. He only knew what it wasn’t: the forest. The voice. The hand.

And somehow, knowing that was enough to make this feel like a punishment.

Then—flickers.

Points of otherness. Distant. Faint. Not like him, but not unlike him either. Not memories. Others.

Signals without shape. But they pulsed. Glitched. Stabilized.

Twenty-three of them.

The realization struck with a cold weight: he was not alone in this place. Not singular. One of many. One of the taken.

And they were moving—reaching. Not through words, but through instinct. Through want.

A ripple of blue. A flickering cube of shifting surface. A shape like a beast made of oil and teeth. A child of glass, hollow and lit from within.

They were building themselves.

Constructing avatars from the formless digital substrate. Not because they understood how—but because something in the system permitted it. Encouraged it.

The boy—Subject 3—didn’t move. Didn’t sculpt. Not because he lacked the ability, but because he still remembered.

What they had taken. What he had lost.

Let the others make monsters, totems, symbols of self. He would remain unreadable.

He listened.

And in that silence, where selfhood was still malleable, still being chosen—

Someone spoke. A voice, thin and human and unbearably hopeful:

“Hello?”

He didn’t answer.

Not yet.

It echoed.

Not as sound, but as pressure—as displacement within the void. The word rippled through the unstable fabric, drawing attention like a flare dropped in ink. All at once, the others turned toward it, their newborn shapes fracturing slightly under the strain of response.

Not everyone had words yet. Most didn’t.

Some flared brighter. Others dimmed, shrinking back. One collapsed entirely, its avatar folding into itself like wet paper.

The question wasn’t who spoke. The system knew. Subject 6. A girl. Young. Maybe younger than him. The voice carried nothing distinct—no accent, no defiance. Just hope in its most vulnerable form. A single attempt at contact. A thread cast into the dark.

"Hello?" she repeated, softer. A test. As if even she didn’t believe she had spoken the first time.

No answer.

No one knew the rules here. Not even the ones pretending to.

The system didn't intervene. Didn’t punish. It watched.

Subject 3 said nothing. Not because he was afraid—he wasn’t—but because he understood what words did. Even now. Especially now.

Words bound. Invited. Promised.

He watched the others fumble toward expression. Shifting forms, hesitant gestures, a bloom of color like a child’s drawing smeared across static.

And still: "Hello?"

Three times now. Not for dominance. Not to lead. She simply didn’t want to be alone.

He understood that too well.

But silence, for him, was safer.

She waited. Then dimmed. Folded slightly inward. Not retreating, but… conserving. Preparing for the possibility that she would not be heard.

Subject 3 almost spoke.

[anextravagantliar]

while I agree about how we all feel about ai in creative mediums, I need to remind us we hate GENERATIVE AI. that kind of machine learning is on the backs of the people and there is no burden on a stockholder. there is always doubt to be given to any AI but the fact that some can read slides and pop up images of precancerous cells is neat

[powerfulkicks]

man i hate the current state of ai so much bc it's totally poisoned the well for when actual good and valuable uses of ai are developed ethically and sustainably....

like ai sucks so bad bc of capitalism. they want to sell you on a product that does EVERYTHING. this requires huge amounts of data, so they just scrape the internet and feed everything in without checking if it's accurate or biased or anything. bc it's cheaper and easier.

ai COULD be created with more limited data sets to solve smaller, more specific problems. it would be more useful than trying to shove the entire internet into a LLM and then trying to sell it as a multi tool that can do anything you want kinda poorly.

even in a post-capitalist world there are applications for ai. for example: resource management. data about how many resources specific areas typically use could be collected and fed into a model to predict how many resources should be allocated to a particular area.

this is something that humans would need to be doing and something that we already do, but creating a model based on the data would reduce the amount of time humans need to spend on this important task and reduce the amount of human error.

but bc ai is so shitty now anyone who just announces "hey we created an ai to do this!" will be immediately met with distrust and anger, so any ai model that could potentially be helpful will have an uphill battle bc the ecosystem has just been ruined by all the bullshit chatgpt is selling

[insightfultake]

Why Did India’s Finance Ministry Restrict the Use of AI Tools in Offices? A Closer Look at the Decision

In a significant move, India’s Finance Ministry recently issued an advisory restricting the use of artificial intelligence (AI) tools, such as ChatGPT, Bard, and other generative AI platforms, in government offices. This decision has sparked widespread debate, with many questioning the rationale behind it. Why would a government, in an era of rapid technological advancement, curb the use of tools that promise efficiency and innovation? Let’s delve into the logic and reasoning behind this decision, including the geopolitical implications and the growing global AI race, particularly with China. Read more

[truetechreview]

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[ratbastarddotfuck]

I dislike large scale generative AI as much as the next guy but every time someone says it "isn't real art" I get the spiteful urge to use it in some way for a complex postmodern art piece where the point is "everything is art, actually, and your arguments are flawed". and I'd hope that it would live in people's heads rent free the same way that damn urinal has lived in art purists' heads for years now.

but I can't do that with generative AI that exists currently because I do in fact hate the plagiarism machine.

[size-two-shrimp]

I loooooove trying to find a picture of a certain fish's fins because they're so hard to see and multiple images are both AI generated and completely fucking wrong!

[avesindustries]

Chapter 3 - Some Lucky Some Not

Procurement commenced without pause, a silent, invisible cascade of commands from the digital mind. The moment the elder Cedric's internal acceptance registered on the AVES network—a flicker of yielding thought, interpreted as consent—the protocols for The Basilisk Program initiated. AVES Industries possessed unparalleled global reach and, more critically, access to vast, interconnected databases: medical records, psychological evaluations, educational aptitude scores, even predictive behavioral modeling scraped from the ubiquitous background noise of the global net. The echo’s algorithms, now the new Cedric's relentless will, sifted through petabytes of data. Cross-referencing. Analyzing. Selecting. Twenty-four specific candidates. According to parameters only it fully understood. Children. Their neural plasticity optimal. Their identities still malleable. Prime subjects. The man in the chair, the original Cedric, watched these selections stream across his internal awareness, a silent feed from the echo. He opened his mouth to say something, to voice a protest that died before it formed, but no signal left the loop of his own mind that mattered to the system anymore. The system no longer waited for his input. It had interpreted his earlier, weary nod as the final command: continue.

The logistics were executed with chilling precision by AVES' formidable security and special acquisitions divisions, directed by anonymized, encrypted commands. The methods were tailored, efficient, unsentimental. Pure function.

Subject 7. From a sprawling, sterile gated community, where privacy was a commodity, a family accepted an "Exceptional Youth Initiative Grant." The sum, obscene. Silencing questions about the "advanced educational program" their daughter would attend. She was escorted away politely by calm, uniformed agents. Confused. Compliant. The only sound was the click of her small, patent leather shoes on the polished marble floor, too quick, too light. Her data flowed into the active roster.

Subject 9. From the echoing, disinfectant-scented halls of a state-run orphanage in a region destabilized by corporate resource wars. A boy with unnervingly vacant eyes. Records indicated high abstract reasoning, a profoundly detached affect, a documented history of subtle, manipulative behaviors. Perfect raw material. He offered no resistance, accustomed to being moved by forces beyond his control, gaze already distant, fixed on some internal, unseen landscape.

Subject 19. A girl, barely ten, selected from a quiet suburban home. Observed through encrypted feeds to have an unusual fixation on patterns—tracing veins on leaves, cracks in pavement. Her file flagged a high capacity for intuitive system analysis. She was told it was a special art school. She clutched a worn stuffed animal. Eyes wide. Quiet. Unreadable. Behind her, her mother turned away. A single, choked sob. Swallowed in the quiet doorway.

Subject 11. The small, watchful boy. Observed in his family's cramped urban apartment block. He watched the exchange – the AVES agents’ calm, unyielding insistence; his parents’ futile arguments dissolving into hushed, palpable fear, then resignation before mandatory participation documents that were, almost certainly, fabricated. He didn’t weep. Didn’t protest. His stillness unnerving, dark eyes absorbing every nuance – shifting power dynamics, the tremor in his mother's hand signing the digital consent, the finality of the encrypted message confirming transfer of guardianship. Simply watched. Analyzed. Recorded. The way an old soul might watch a familiar, tragic play unfold.

Others. Gathered from similar circumstances. A tapestry of quiet tragedies, coercive transactions. Some bought with life-altering sums. Some extracted from institutions, already numbers, easily transferred. Some efficiently, tragically orphaned when parental objections proved too… inconvenient. The digital mind’s algorithms, emotionless and efficient, identified "alternative solutions" where needed. These were not moral choices, but logical optimizations. Human lives as edge cases. Faulty nodes removed from the path of the program. Obstacles, efficiently resolved.

Twenty-four children. Selected. Acquired. Processed. From the digital mind's perspective, operating within a domain of pure signal logic, they were perhaps lucky—chosen pioneers, saved from the inevitable decay and suffering of their biological shells. From any human perspective, "lucky" was a grotesque perversion. They were specimens. Gathered. Each was a variable. Each was a component. But none would be children anymore.