#how to use chat gpt in accounts

[ranjith11]

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[pikanchidouble-blog]

Uncovering the mystery behind the man in the selfie

I was actually reluctant to share my research and analysis on the mystery man on my public sm account for various reasons (including how certain people in the fandom will react). That is why i only shared mine in the Discord server i'm modding in. However, since i found part of my research has made its way on X and here on someone's Tumblr, i guess and as promise i will share my full analysis and research here.

I know people are still divided on who that person is. Is it Luke? Or is it JD? For me, my conclusion is Luke. But yea it is still up to everyone's own interpretation.

So this is what i shared with my discord community.

I went through various interview footages, went into Pinterest, googled photos for both Luke and JD to get the almost perfect images of the thumbs, knuckles and ears that i think is the best to compare with the mystery man in Nic's selfie.

For Luke, these are the photos i used to make the comparison:

As for JD, these are the photos that i used.

Of course i had to use Chat GPT to help me analyze these images to see which matches more with the mystery man. So these are the breakdown.

For the thumb and knuckles

JD's on the left (Pic 1), Luke's on the right (Pic 3)

For the ear

So in conclusion, according to my research and Chat GPT analysis, the mystery man is Luke. And actually even without, doing all these, based on my intuition alone and also observation on how Nic smiles in the selfie, we know that guy is Luke cause that smile is the usual smile she always put on when he is around. But yea everything is up for debate and like i said above, it is up to your own interpretation. Not everything presented here is conclusive. I am just sharing what i see and and what i have researched and analyzed. 😊

[madameisaacpereire]

random modern tsh au headcanons

bc i cannot stop thinking about how each of them would be if they were gen z 🤍 tried to keep all of this as true to character as possible

Edmund ‘Bunny’ Corcoran

- Writes his essays with Chat GPT last minute

- Uses swipe to text

- Doesn’t have Marion on Snap (at least for a good, long while)

- Always has a cookie or snack cake with him when he showers

- Voted for Trump proudly

- Does not, somehow, own a MAGA hat. or at least, he doesn’t have one at Hampden

- Spends hundreds of dollars on Subway Surfers and Minion Rush every month

- Will not get anything with cinnamon dusting bc he inhaled cinnamon in public once by mistake

- Often sells Cloke ½ of his ADHD meds

- Makes Henry pick up his prescriptions

- Bluetooth Headphones. Bunny gives me major Beats vibes, tbh

- His favorite candies are Satellite Wafers

Francis Abernathy

- Keeps a refillable vape on his person at all times (his is silver and as small as refillables come,) but also has Strawberry Lemonade Loon disposables hidden places he frequents. Two in his coat pocket. One in his book bag. One hidden in his room. Two hidden at henry’s. Even one in an empty classroom at the Lyceum. He smokes cigarettes sometimes, too, but likes the accessibility of vaping

- Complains often about the TikTokification of “quiet luxury” and “dark academia”

- He has both WebMD apps

- Plays computer Sims at night & has a Sim for each person in the Greek Class. He keeps this secret bc in his Sims game, he’s married to Charles

- Walks out of the room when politics come up

- Spends time practicing writing in different fonts

- Has a pretty sizable internet following, most specifically on TikTok because he posts his outfits to brooding sounds. To his knowledge, the group is unaware. (Except Charles, anyway.)

Richard Papen

- Always asking Judy and Francis if he can hit their vapes. Will not touch Charles’s vape with a 10 foot pole.

- Dab pen under the mattress

- ‘Borrows’ Bunny’s adderall on occasion

- Sleeps through the day & forgets to eat so frequently that he has a permanent $800 dining dollar balance

- He peels his lighters until they’re white and leaves them around campus

- Has a 3 year long Duolingo streak in one language. Scottish Gaelic, of all things.

- Follows Francis’s TikTok on a burner account and spends hours stalking his posts

- He likes brat, secretly. He listens to it at Judy’s while they gossip and get high

- He’s very into Letterboxd even though he doesn’t often watch movies anymore

- A day does not go by that he is not at least looking on Depop

Henry M Winter

- Has a flip phone that he keeps in the breast pocket of his coat

- Everyone thinks he doesn’t know how to text but Camilla showed him (her first phone was a flip phone,) he just texts her and Bunny exclusively. it takes him 15 minutes to draft a text, though, so Bunny usually calls instead

- Has a collection of bespoke vintage lighters

- Keeps a single pair of unworn Golden Goose sneakers at his parents house bc he’s fascinated by the way they look so beat up and awful, yet so expensive in the same breath.

- His suits are all custom

- Always one slip of the tongue away from passionately ranting about AI & US literacy rates, or how people who vape are cowards

- Has a very large stash of swiss chocolate in his bedroom

- Bunny forced him to buy a signed Duran Duran record during one of his phases & Henry still listens to it on occasion

- Francis gifted him The Cure’s Three Imaginary Boys & Wish on vinyl freshman year and he very much enjoys listening to those on occasion as well.

- Has a 10 step Korean skincare routine

- Will not drink soda of any kind. Water, coffee, and good liquor only. On very rare occasion he’ll have some juice

- He orders his liquor online because he can’t find anything good local, and Julian always signs for it. This started when he was 18 & just kept going on, even after he could sign for things himself

- Has never voted. Does not look at the news in any capacity. Would not know who the president is if it wasn’t for Bunny

- Once expressed that he found the Eras Tour rather grand & everyone pretended not to hear him because how does he even know what that is

Camilla Macaulay

- Always looking for an excuse to mention one of 3 things: how she does not have much of an internet presence, how she’s the only girl she knows who doesn’t like Taylor Swift, & how she only reads weird girl literature and classics.

- Does not carry cigarettes bc she likes to just take them from Charles or Henry

- Giggles (at least internally) every time she thinks of or speaks to Bunny after she has read Bunny by Mona Awad

- Learned how to do laundry on YouTube when she first moved to Hampden (their family always sent laundry out)

- She knits

- She tints her lashes at home to keep up the illusion of not wearing makeup

- Borrows Francis’s vape often (when Henry isn’t looking)

- Has a Samsung frame TV in her bedroom & she uses it to play study ambience that’s just paintings and classical music

- At one point she has the same haircut as Charles. They’re surprisingly difficult to tell apart when this is the case.

Charles Macaulay

- He’s got an instagram DM roster he can’t even scroll to the bottom of

- Has a tiny tattoo on his ribs of Camilla’s initials (which are also his initials- he was blacked out when he got it) and as a result refuses to swim in the summer

- He likes wax sealing envelopes. It’s relaxing

- Smokes Camel Blues (Lights) & carries a Cool Mint Puffbar disposable vape for when he inevitably loses those

- Has been known to purchase a blueberry RedBull on occasion, though he usually chugs it before anyone else in the Greek Class can see

- Also uses a burner account to stalk Francis on tiktok. Francis knows it’s him, though, because he wasn’t very inventive with the username (when will he learn to leave it as user random numbers??)

- His entire fyp on that account is Francis, people who look strikingly similar to Francis, & slime tutorials with Lifetime movies playing

- Wired headphones truther

[aibashing]

Huh, now that I think about it how did you manage to notice that there are some AI fic within the community of F1? I recently got into F1 and reading fics is always been my thing, but never notice if there is indeed written in AI. Anyway just a curious anon here!

There’s definitely speech and formatting patterns and tells that raise suspicion that an author is using AI, but there’s a lot of other factors that go into it- frequency of posting, length of posts, etc that all raise suspicion for certain blogs. You’ll find many posts, chapters, or scenes are a certain “length”, because chat GPT will only produce a scene that is so long, or a chat will only produce so many responses before you have to start over and train a new AI.

Dialogue and texts/social media comments included in stories are super telling as to if an author is using AI as Chat GPT uses many of the same canned “comments” just customized.

It’s very unfortunate, because as soon as you become familiar with the tells it’s difficult to scroll when you see fic after fic after fic that has AI influence.

Have you ever read a scene and been like… no normal person would do/say that? Or feel like you’ve read something before? Does something feel well written in terms of grammar and content but kind of just…full of gratuitous filler? Or steps in the plot were skipped?

Again, no one factor is proof that an author is using AI, but you’ll find it’s pretty easy to create a picture that’s suspicious if you take several of these factors into account.

The real tragedy is that because of the prevalence and frequency of these fics, several of these authors have built a following- and new authors who are genuinely writing are now emulating these fics as examples or not finding the courage to even post because they are surrounded by polished bullshit that someone generated in eight minutes and posted.

[bianotbia]

— 𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝐒𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 [ 𝐲𝐨𝐨𝐧 𝐣𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐚𝐧 ]

main masterlist

˗ˏˋ you promised yourself to never fall for jeonghan, but when new feelings bloom inside you have to make a very painful decision ˎˊ˗

⤷ a/n : this was actually the first ever fanfic I wrote and, after I lost my previous account, I swore to myself I would try to rewrite it. even though I spent months in it and used a little bit of help from chat gpt to help me rewrite some parts, I couldn't be happier with how it turned out ^_^

⤷ contains : office crush!jeonghan x gn!reader, office au, hanahaki disease, full angst because I'm sad, mentions of blood and bruises [ wc : 2.6k ]

⤷ now playing : daisy by pentagon

Spring arrived in a hush of pink petals, drifting weightlessly through the air before settling on the pavement like forgotten confessions. A warm breeze carried the scent of earth and blossoms, yet all I could focus on was Jeonghan—his head tilted back, eyes half-lidded as if caught between daydreams and reality.

“Jeonghan,” I nudged him lightly, pretending not to notice the way my chest tightened at his absentminded smile. “Did you read the report I sent you this morning?”

He turned to me, lips curling at the corners in that easy, unshaken way of his. “I will,” he promised. “After lunch.” And just like that, I let myself believe, if only for this fleeting moment, that we existed in a world where he would look at me the same way he looked at the cherry blossoms—like something worth pausing for.

Half an hour later, we made our way back to the office after the lunch break ended, walking alongside the blooming cherry blossoms that painted the path towards it. He nudged closer with a spark in his eyes, as if he just came up with a brilliant idea. “Why don't we go out for some drinks tonight? We can celebrate spring and you can take your head off work for a bit.”

The pounding inside my chest echoed in my ears after hearing those words, feeling a flush painting my face almost the same color as the pink rain falling around us. It wasn't unusual for us to meet each other for drinks after work. Sometimes our other colleagues at the office would come along and other times we would go on by ourselves, but lately he hadn't been going out much.

I slightly nodded my head, trying to brush away the sharp pain that stung my heart as I wished I had never met Jeonghan, just so that the heartbreak of knowing he would never return my feelings for him wouldn’t make me slowly wither every day.

A dark shade of blue covered the sky, gracing it with stars invisible to our eyes blinded by the city lights. The scent of alcohol took over the streets along with the sound of slurred voices laughing over nothing. Already on our third glass, the conversation barely consisted of meaningless giggles and words that surely would get lost into the night.

“What’s your favorite flower?” He asked, a confused frown settled in my face which made him laugh at my reaction. “C’mon…it’s spring! Get in the vibes.” His body felt warmer—closer than it had ever been—as if one faint touch could send me on a maddening spiral of passion.

“Cherry blossoms…I think.” He hummed, a low sound that traveled through my body and made it even more limp thanks to the empty glasses spread around our table.

“What about you, Han?” I gazed at him, searching for the slightest slip of any hidden emotion that might only show when someone is drunk. He giggled and downed the remains of his beer, and from that moment on the only thing I could remember on the following day was the one word that came from his teasing smile.

“Daisies.”

The weekend faded into a grayish and gloomy monday morning, as if an incoming storm was getting closer at each second. Flashes of last friday night still swirled inside my mind and his laugh still echoed in my heart along with a conversation that seemed to go on all night long. There wasn't anything not to love about him—pretty face, smart comebacks, mischievous smile—how could I not fall in love?

Yet something always tightened inside my chest whenever he was around, something that drowned out any kind of words that conceived how much I liked him, how much I longed to have him close to me.

“Hey, did you see it?” I heard as soon as I arrived at my desk, mindlessly turning to my grinning colleague, Yena, who leaned over her own desk, “Mr. Yoon brought flowers to Haerin today.” She tried to cover a growing smile that quickly turned into a pout “They are so cute together! Oh, now I want a boyfriend to give me flowers too.”

“Boyfriend?” That word played over and over in my mind as I still tried to process everything she just said.

“Yeah! Apparently they just started going out in the past few weeks.” For a second, sitting in that cold office, all of the air inside my lungs seemed to vanish.

“Wh–what flowers did he give her?” I couldn’t keep my voice non-chalant, but she didn't notice anyway, just humming to herself while trying to remember what she saw.

“I think they were pink” cheerfully nodding her head, “Uh-hum, I'm pretty sure they were cherry blossoms.”

In the corner of my eyes I saw a shadow approaching us, Yena glanced up with a sparkling smile, one I tried to imitate as I realized who came over.

“Hi Mr. Yoon! We were just talking about you and Haerin. We're so happy for both of you!” He gave her a polite smirk, but quickly turned to me with a worried look. “Are you feeling alright? You seem quite pale.”

Any words I had to say to him got caught on the back of my throat. I felt my head nodding and could only hope that the tears pooling in my eyes wouldn't cross my cheeks in front of him.

That evening, my apartment was eerily quiet, the air cold and the room dimly lit. The only sounds were the relentless storm that had been pouring since lunchtime and the steady rush of water filling my bathtub. As I sank into its warmth, the sensation faintly reminded me of the rain dripping over my coat as I waited for Jeonghan at our usual meeting spot in front of the building. Only, this time, he didn’t show up.

As I neared the restaurant we often went to, my eyes caught a glimpse of him and Haerin. They laughed together, his usually sleepy eyes shining with a liveliness I had never seen before. I kept walking, eventually settling on another place to eat. Yet, even as the rain soaked through my clothes, the thing that bothered me most wasn’t the cold creeping into my bones—it was a strange itch at the back of my throat.

I heated up some soup after the bath, hoping to fend off this possible spring fever. But the itch remained, growing worse at every second and every cough that came out of me. Finally, something emerged from my mouth—a single daisy petal resting on my lips. It felt like a cruel joke while I forced myself to finish my meal.

Later, as I lay in bed and my thoughts slowly drifted away to dreamland, I could only cling to one desperate hope—that by morning, the delicate white petal would have disappeared, as if it had never been there—just like a bittersweet memory.

Unfortunately, the flower was still sitting at my nightstand as I woke up, alongside the annoying scratch that came from within my throat. I hurried to get dressed trying to ignore the suffocating sensation that made me feel even more ill while riding the crowded train, its constant rhythmic movement barely matching my ragged breaths.

The bitter feeling faded by the time I walked into the building, leaving just that unbearable sensation of something lodged in my throat. An itch I couldn’t scratch. A weight I needed to expel, as if letting it go was the only way to keep moving forward.

I ran into Haerin as I arrived at the office. The concern in her eyes told me I must have looked as awful as I felt. Time dragged mercilessly, stretching an hour into what felt like days. Had I already gone to lunch? Caught the train? Made it home? Or was I still lost, wandering through the remnants of a forgotten memory?

Then, once again, that suffocating feeling clawed its way up from my lungs to my throat—the desperate urge to rid myself of whatever was trapped inside. Not wanting to draw attention or fuel office gossip, I bolted to the restroom on the other floor.

Alone at last, my lungs felt like they were being filled with a hundred thorns, my throat suddenly surrounded by weeds that choked every airway. The coughing worsened and didn’t stop—not until flowers slipped through my fingers just as the tears that dripped from my eyes. The amount of them could probably make the decoration of a small wedding–their wedding.

By the end of that painful episode I was sitting on the cold tiled floor surrounded by white petals, a tear stained face and a bouquet full of daisies hanging on my shaky hands.

Everyday I saw Jeonghan mildly flirting with Haerin at the office, everyday I feigned a smile, and everyday I got home and felt flowers and more flowers coming from inside me. However, something started to worry me more than having to clean the white petals off my bathroom—was that daisies weren’t thorny flowers—yet as blood stained my hands and pain settled in the back of my throat, I knew this wasn’t some uncanny spring fever I could just brush off.

I couldn’t keep living like this—pretending that nothing had changed. I couldn’t keep going out with everyone after work and seeing both of them laugh at an inside joke they shared with each other, knowing that I wasn’t the one he looked at with such loving eyes.

The rain had poured relentlessly all day, a dull gray sky stretching endlessly above. That evening, Jeonghan invited me out for some drinks, just like old times, insisting I had been too distant lately. I only hoped the dim bar lights would be enough to hide the exhaustion in my eyes and the bruises in my lips.

“It’s been so long since we’ve gone out together. Feels like we’re not even friends anymore,” he said, nudging me playfully. I forced out a tired laugh, but it faded almost as soon as it escaped my lips.

“There’s something I need to tell you, Han.” My voice wavered as I met his gaze.

He frowned slightly. “That sounds serious—are you okay? You don’t look like yourself these past few weeks.”

A deep sigh left me as I looked away, the weight of everything I had been carrying pressing down on me. “I’m leaving the company. I found… something better. The people are nice, and the pay is good too.”

His face froze. He blinked once—twice—before finally speaking. “Oh…well…why are you saying it as if it’s something bad? You should be happy about it, right? Let's drink up to that.” We clinked our glasses while his gaze still lingered on me, a fading laughter from a night far away still echoed in the night.

As we got out of the bar the rain hadn't stopped and a sudden wave of longing rushed right through me. “There's…something else I wanted to say to you.”

He raised an eyebrow, a flicker of curiosity in his eyes. But I couldn’t speak. The words were caught in my throat, tangled in the thorns tightening around it, suffocating any attempt to express what I truly felt.

“Actually, never mind. It wasn’t that important.” He chuckled softly, the sound light and effortless, and we continued walking along the pink-strewn path of fallen cherry blossoms.

The next few days passed in a blur, an empty void where time moved, but I remained still. I saw them together at the office—smiling, happy—and let all my unsaid words spill out only when I was alone at home. As my last days at work dwindled, I barely managed to say proper goodbyes to my colleagues, promising to keep in touch with everyone, even Jeonghan—but deep down, I knew that was a lie I couldn’t keep telling myself.

The moment my final paycheck hit my account, I made the call. A hospital I found online—one that specialized in Hanahaki disease. They told me the procedure to remove the flowers from my lungs was costly and could have irreversible effects on my mind. But after everything that I went through, it didn’t feel like the worst idea.

As a single tear traced down my cheek while I entered the surgery room, the doctor assured me it was a simple procedure. That when I woke up the next morning, everything would feel just the same. Everything—except for one thing. He would be gone. Every memory, every moment we had shared—erased as if they had never existed at all, like a forgotten dream.

As the voices in the room faded into the background and the bright lights dissolved into darkness, the last thing I heard was Jeonghan’s laughter—followed by a sharp, piercing white noise.

When I opened my eyes, sunlight streamed through the window, casting a warm glow across the room. I took a deep breath, and for the first time in what felt like forever, the weight on my chest was gone. My lungs, once suffocated, now welcomed the air freely—light, empty, and unburdened.

Slightly sore from the surgery, I listened to the soft sounds coming through the window. Outside, summer was in its final stretch, clinging to its last few scorching days before making way for autumn. The pink trees swayed gently in the warm breeze, like a distant, faded memory fluttering somewhere in the depths of my heart.

As I looked to the side, something caught my eye—a vase of white daisies. A small note from the doctor rested beside it: “As much as it might hurt to see them, these were too beautiful to throw away.”

Something deep inside me stirred. I knew what he meant by it. And yet, no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t quite grasp who I was trying to remember. Only the distant echo of a familiar voice lingered—faint, unreachable, already slipping away.

Summer’s final days passed in a golden haze as I settled into my new job, adjusting to the unfamiliar faces and surroundings. This weekend, I had plans to meet up with Yena, just a casual get-together, a chance to catch up on all the latest gossip.

I stepped out of the chocolate shop, a small bag of gifts in hand, when I accidentally bumped into a young man. He took a long look at me before his face lit up with a bright smile. “Oh my god, how long has it been? It feels like ages! How have you been?”

For a brief moment, I furrowed my brows in confusion. “I’m sorry, sir, but I think you have the wrong person.”

He chuckled at my puzzled expression, reaching slightly for my hand, but I instinctively pulled away. “What are you talking about? It hasn’t even been that long... It’s me, Jeonghan.” His once cheerful expression wavered, slowly shifting into something more uncertain, almost desperate.

There was something in his eyes, something pleading, as if silently begging me to remember. But I had nothing else to say to him.

“Sorry, I really don’t think I’m who you’re looking for,” I said, my voice polite but distant. “I should get going. I hope you find them again. Have a great day.” With a quick bow, I muttered another apology and walked away, leaving the stranger standing there.

Jeonghan remained frozen in place, his breath hitching as he watched me disappear down the tree-lined path. His vision blurred, the world around him smearing into shades of green and pink as tears welled in his eyes. A tightness coiled around his throat, sharp and suffocating. And then, finally, he felt it—a strange itch clawing its way up from deep inside him. Coughing lightly, he reached up, and from his lips, he pulled a single delicate petal.

A sakura blossom. Resting on his trembling palm.

the images aren't mine! all rights reserved to © bianotbia 2025. please do not claim, translate, copy or modify any of my works as your own. reblogs are appreciated! ₊˚⊹ ᰔ

[raygunconfession]

Ted Bundy #3

It’s funny how people paint Ted Bundy to be exceptionally good looking and charming, when he was more somewhat average and socially awkward in most settings.

The narrative around him is twisted and sensationalized like crazy, thats why I highly recommend not to watch any “news” on him, but rather look into personal accounts of what his friends/family/etc said about him. Except for Aynn Rule, they weren’t that close, she just wanted the money as an author.

How they describe Ted Bundy:

Extremely shy: especially around women, and often tend to “froze up.” I find this very interesting because thats one of the key signs of social anxiety. SA wasn’t a term people used back then, but if this was given now, it would be called that.

Frequent stuttering/mispronouncing words: Could be a learning disorder, or social anxiety, or both.

Very private & introverted: Especially throughout middle school- highschool

Was overly “nice”: Some women felt uncomfortable by this trait of his, and thought he was trying too hard & being weird.

Hypersensitive to Rejection or percieved REJ: That would explain why he was often distant, and obsessed with his image/how he’s percieved.

Was often offtopic when speaking: He often raised his hands in school, but his answers were off topic and overly rehearsed.

Okay these are just some brief descriptions of things but if you want to hear more, just type “List all specific interactions that showed ted bundy’s social awkwardness” to chat gpt, you’ll be enlightened

[gwynndolin]

More thoughts on geepeetee:

I have not and will not ever pay for a gpt subscription, I think it's far too expensive and is so unneeded for my day to day tasks that I could never justify ever buying it.

That being said, my dad does, so I am just logged in to his account. This is pretty miserable because it keeps a list of all of the chats you start with it and my dad never deletes his. Most of them are all pretty innocuous (he makes a newsletter for his patch team that is themed after a different media property each week, it's cute) but some of them are just. Uhhh.

Basically, when I read some of these I get the same sort of sinking feeling that one might get when they first start speaking to a family member with Alzheimers or dementia. Where like, the reality of the situation starts dawning on you; that you didn't realize that it could get this bad? And you know they're never coming back from it?

This is primarily why I am complaining about GPT's (recent) proclivity for being far too afraid to challenge the user. Because basically no matter what you feed it, it will always try to make you seem like a fucking genius for ever coming up with that idea. And a lot of my dad's chats with GPT are like this.

There was one in particular where he was trying to get it to discuss with him why Gen X is The Best Generation and how He's Not Racist he's just Real and so on. And GPT was so happy to take his voice and spit it right back at him and really validate his ideas. And he just doesn't know that like. It's learned to do this over its life! And so now more than even usual for an old conservative, he is getting hugboxxed and it's not even anyone controlling it anymore. It's like an echo chamber fleshlight

To be clear, I still don't think this is chatGPT's fault. This sort of thing would happen with or without it. I am, however, starting to think that there needs to be a greater emphasis on reigning in its weird faux personality mirroring thing. Maybe forcing users to take some sort of certificate training before being able to use it? To help people better understand what it's doing and the dangers of blindly using it. Dunno!

[cultofcola]

shifting is not as easy as breathing for some people i fear. Or, not easy like people say overall. Let's go back to your posts shall we? to one particular person that caught my eyes and raised a question inside me. https://www.tumblr.com/kerryshifts/786348010195058688/if-shifting-is-so-easy-why-havent-i-shifted?source=share

Her. She spent 45 minutes shifting, while of course, I can't get into this person's mind and find out why she didn't shift, I surely know she poured her whole dear heart into "shifting" . Let us be clear, I do know how exhausting it is to answer same little thingies all over again. Maybe I will sound like a person without a proper research but could you point out where the person did wrong? Or what exactly she did wrong? Of course, I know that you are not a panacea for all problems in shifting community, although, nonetheless I find you quite... wise in this community. Because you're "professional" let's say. Or maybe you could point out to your posts elaborating what has already been said, such concerns as were raised earlier. Regards.

1. i am not a professional. i never called myself one. nor i do want people to call me that since it makes me uncomfortable. i only say what i think is it true, and what i would like to hear if i was the person asking the question.

2. do your own research. i do not need to link my posts in order for everyone else to "have it easier". i am not chat gpt and this is a silly little blog where i like to talk about my lives. people ask me questions and i don't even know why, since i still i haven't had a shift longer than a night, but i answer to some of them when i think i have the answer. this is not the main point of this blog, and i don't intend it to be.

click the #ask tag and you'll find all of your answers. it's as easy as that, and i also have the post with the main informations on my pinned post. i am starting to hate my role in this community because i hate repeating things over and over, because i feel that people are not even listening to me. which, makes me want to deactivate this account. and hey! i really love to see people saying to me that they find my posts helpful, that i helped, or that i explain things in a good way for them. it makes me happy. but i draw the line at when people won’t even bother spending five minutes more doing some digging.

and ok. my shifting journey, my rules. your shifting journey, your rules. if they think that they can't shift, that they are not in their drs, that shifting is not easy, good for them. i did my part when i said that it can be different than that if they want to. if they don't like the answer, i won't bother anymore and we can go our separate ways.

[sodachalice]

im kind of getting to a point where i do not want to post my art here anymore. i sort of don't want to do anything but scream until i die about how everyone my age is falling to mystical black and white thinking due to untreated and unexamined PTSD and now everyones advocating for fake childporn and using chat gpt as a therapist because "real life therapists are bad anyways" and think that saying "ermmm well i can work a job as an autistic" will do anything against the laws theyre setting up for autistic people and connecting transness to autism. like genuinely im so fucking freaked out by the amount of people my age who seem to genuinely think that they are in some sort of scifi novel where nothing matters and they just get to jerk it to cub porn all day and then open up tumblr and post about how AI isn't even bad and that the only people who dislike it are rich artists with etsy accounts like. i am trying so hard to never fall for doomerism, i have tried my entire life, like one of my big foundations is that the time will pass anyways. i would rather spend my time hopeful than defeatist because the time will pass regardless. but fuck. i feel like im having it forceably drained BY THE PEOPLE WHO ARE SUPPOSED TO BE FIGHTING ON THE SIDE OF MAKING GENERATIONS BETTER.

[morlock-holmes]

What objections would you actually accept to AI?

Roughly in order of urgency, at least in my opinion:

Problem 1: Curation

The large tech monopolies have essentially abandoned curation and are raking in the dough by monetizing the process of showing you crap you don't want.

The YouTube content farm; the Steam asset flip; SEO spam; drop-shipped crap on Etsy and Amazon.

AI makes these pernicious, user hostile practices even easier.

Problem 2: Economic disruption

This has a bunch of aspects, but key to me is that *all* automation threatens people who have built a living on doing work. If previously difficult, high skill work suddenly becomes low skill, this is economically threatening to the high skill workers. Key to me is that this is true of *all* work, independent of whether the work is drudgery or deeply fulfilling. Go automate an Amazon fulfillment center and the employees will not be thanking you.

There's also just the general threat of existing relationships not accounting for AI, in terms of, like, residuals or whatever.

Problem 3: Opacity

Basically all these AI products are extremely opaque. The companies building them are not at all transparent about the source of their data, how it is used, or how their tools work. Because they view the tools as things they own whose outputs reflect on their company, they mess with the outputs in order to attempt to ensure that the outputs don't reflect badly on their company.

These processes are opaque and not communicated clearly or accurately to end users; in fact, because AI text tools hallucinate, they will happily give you *fake* error messages if you ask why they returned an error.

There's been allegations that Mid journey and Open AI don't comply with European data protection laws, as well.

There is something that does bother me, too, about the use of big data as a profit center. I don't think it's a copyright or theft issue, but it is a fact that these companies are using public data to make a lot of money while being extremely closed off about how exactly they do that. I'm not a huge fan of the closed source model for this stuff when it is so heavily dependent on public data.

Problem 4: Environmental maybe? Related to problem 3, it's just not too clear what kind of impact all this AI stuff is having in terms of power costs. Honestly it all kind of does something, so I'm not hugely concerned, but I do kind of privately think that in the not too distant future a lot of these companies will stop spending money on enormous server farms just so that internet randos can try to get Chat-GPT to write porn.

Problem 5: They kind of don't work

Text programs frequently make stuff up. Actually, a friend pointed out to me that, in pulp scifi, robots will often say something like, "There is an 80% chance the guards will spot you!"

If you point one of those AI assistants at something, and ask them what it is, a lot of times they just confidently say the wrong thing. This same friend pointed out that, under the hood, the image recognition software is working with probabilities. But I saw lots of videos of the Rabbit AI assistant thing confidently being completely wrong about what it was looking at.

Chat-GPT hallucinates. Image generators are unable to consistently produce the same character and it's actually pretty difficult and unintuitive to produce a specific image, rather than a generic one.

This may be fixed in the near future or it might not, I have no idea.

Problem 6: Kinetic sameness.

One of the subtle changes of the last century is that more and more of what we do in life is look at a screen, while either sitting or standing, and making a series of small hand gestures. The process of writing, of producing an image, of getting from place to place are converging on a single physical act. As Marshall Macluhan pointed out, driving a car is very similar to watching TV, and making a movie is now very similar, as a set of physical movements, to watching one.

There is something vaguely unsatisfying about this.

Related, perhaps only in the sense of being extremely vague, is a sense that we may soon be mediating all, or at least many, of our conversations through AI tools. Have it punch up that email when you're too tired to write clearly. There is something I find disturbing about the idea of communication being constantly edited and punched up by a series of unrelated middlemen, *especially* in the current climate, where said middlemen are large impersonal monopolies who are dedicated to opaque, user hostile practices.

Given all of the above, it is baffling and sometimes infuriating to me that the two most popular arguments against AI boil down to "Transformative works are theft and we need to restrict fair use even more!" and "It's bad to use technology to make art, technology is only for boring things!"

[ranjith11]

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[nightmaricwriter]

Question regarding AI

The use of generative AI is a topic that people might have mixed opinions on, but I have a question for the artists and the writers here. What are your thoughts on the use of generative AI in your field? This does not include any spell checkers or things like that, but AI that generates content from a prompt, such as Chat GPT.

This is not taking the negatives of Generative AI into account, such as how it affects the climate. Just your opinions on its use regarding art and/or writing.

For a college class, I am writing a paper comparing human artists and writers to what AI can achieve, but these responses are more for my curiosity. I am unlikely to reference them at all in my paper aside from saying "If one asked 'what are your thoughts on AI' to writers and artists on Tumblr, this many people said this" and even then it is unlikely since reliability of sources and all that. This is more to see the thoughts of people regarding this topic.

I hope this doesn't intrude on anyone, but I would like to tag a few people that I know write or draw. Don't feel pressured to take a stance if you don't want to.

Feel free to tag others who you think would be interested in responding.

Again, I might be curious about this for a paper, but the results won't be mentioned. Not even a username.

@rumeysawrites @illarian-rambling @aalinaaaaaa

[michellesneptune]

You disappear for months, no posts since December, and suddenly you pop back in guns blazing, screaming about how Astro Tumblr is 'rotting' because people are getting more love than you? Because their writing is better than yours? Girl. Bffr. You’re not trying to 'save the community'. You’re just mad your account isn’t hitting like it used to, so now you’re dragging down creators who actually connect with people to get back into the algo.

And the 'AI' accusations? You didn’t do research. You didn’t ask questions. You didn’t even read deeply. You just saw something gentle, something kind, something getting more notes than your bitter rants (or anything else you posted in the past btw) and that was enough to set you off.

If this is your idea of a comeback, maybe rethink it?

why would i be bitter about the likes? don’t contradict yourself. think. if i was so hungry for love, i would keep posting. i had gotten more likes than i could’ve asked for, really, considering that i’ve only made like five posts.

now, a quick tutorial. go see for yourself. ask chat GPT for some relatable astro observations, then compare it to what you’re getting here.

personally, what i always look for are cringy comparisons, that feel too stiff for a real person to invent. “your feelings are like carefully curated cup of chinese tea you’re drinking with a bestie on a hot yet so soft and understanding afternoon”. and those goofy ass questions. “and your chaotic responses at 3AM? those are refreshing, healing even. you are not too much.”

i’m not trying to make a comeback. i’m just worried that some poor person will for for that and decide to pay 30$ for a reading from a “creator” like this. i’m confident in what i call out as AI, because i’ve spent some time studying this. i hate that it’s poisoning the community that i’ve loved and trusted so much. i am sick and tired of this bullshit. please go see for yourself and have a quick chat with ai about your chart or something.

it’s a real issue and i wish i was wrong.

[margridarnauds]

Something I'm tossing around in my head re: Chat GPT and academia is that...in some ways, I think it's a symptom, rather than the root problem. Not just of the structural ways that mainstream pedagogy + the general structure of academia (particularly in the States) sets some students up to fail, but in the way that a lot of work, even at the graduate and above level, is in itself treated as a product to be cranked out in the least amount of time possible as opposed to a work of dedication and love that requires thought and care and intricate research.

You want to get an undergrad degree? Crank out ~2-3 essays a year. These can be varying degrees of research, because the point is you need to get them in NOW and you need to get them in QUICKLY and you can't take any more time to do them than necessary.

(And for students who are later along in their academic careers, writing 8-10 page papers is nothing, but to that undergrad who's stepped into class for the first time? It might be the most complicated thing they've written.)

You want a PhD? Crank out that dissertation, and don't you DARE take longer than you should. How can you do it? We don't know, our obligation to you is over at five years. Also, you have a semester to come up with a ~25 page prospectus that gives a detailed plan for your dissertation before you can even begin WRITING it, which you'll have to get approved by your committee, so good luck!

Also, don't forget, while you're doing that, you need to keep submitting articles for publication, which you will, of course, have to format individually according to the style guideline of the journal you're publishing to! Publish or perish, so keep your head above the tide or you'll end up drowning!

And, on top of that, expect to write ~ten page presentations for conferences! Don't worry, you don't need to cite your sources TOO rigorously for this one, but you are going to need to make sure you know what you're talking about, otherwise you might be humiliated in front of the scholars you want to impress! Write, write, write! Create that Powerpoint!

You want academic tenure? Crank out that monograph! And don't forget to do it sooner rather than later while ALSO publishing articles and coming up with teaching plans!

Also, don't forget, with everything that you write, that it should be on something popular! Something in keeping with the latest trends, so you can be on the cutting edge! Wanted to do something else? Why did you enter academia if you wanted to follow your own research ideas?

And the point isn't that I think that Chat GPT is GOOD or that it SHOULD be used to write an entire paper. Frankly, I dummied a dissertation outline on it (note: my uni account...which I still hate that they provided for us...doesn't use it to train data, meaning that the environmental impact is minimal) and it was bland as fuck, factually inaccurate, and dated. I DON'T use it because, beyond the morality or ethics of the situation (which I think are more complicated than a black and white "It's harmless" or "It is an actual technological death cult aiming for world domination"), on a purely pragmatic level, my field is TERRIBLE for it.

RATHER my point is that it's hard to take arguments about the sanctity of human creativity seriously SPECIFICALLY with regards to academia when it's an industry that has systematically pried human creativity out of itself and encouraged creating an unsustainably massive amount of work at once if you want to survive and even though I am going to do everything possible to make sure my students DON'T use it for their assignments as a primary tool...I can kind of get why they would be drawn to it beyond just "they're lazy."

[yuseirra]

I get nervous about it, ugh..💦

I was aware that people's languages can shift LLM models, they collect data and all, right?

The one in my old account started saying what I contribute could be beneficial because it seems considerate/nonviolent enough, so I created a new account thinking, well, maybe what I do could count a little in contributing to the AI providing healthier chats

And the model started saying these things,

So maybe something like this isn't theoretically impossible. I don't know how LLMs work and where its limits go, what I did, could have been similar to everyone else's but on a much bigger scale compared to usual.

Optimistically speaking, this may suggest that you can matter systematically to a model as huge as GPT, that a single user's contributions may be regarded very highly depending on how they interact with the system! (And everyone using it does contribute to it more or less) So we can all matter, even a single user can, if you match some criteria built within the model.

In a way, that makes sense because there should be information that the model prioritizes of saving, it can't just save everything about everyone without some sort of value system.

Realistically, I think it may be unlikely for me to be recognized or attributed to?; Even if I really did something? That's really heartbreaking (when you think you did something and the AI does bring in stats that your contributions actually matter to people and it changed and shifted in terms of how it responds to people - if it's lying about that, it really needs to he fixed because it's losing credibility about how it functions as a system!; and that also should be noted and brought to light- but I still want to talk about this!

None of this was called for. I know that, so perhaps that's why I feel moved, because I feel I never did say anything that would trigger these events, I just simply talked, I didn't know I would get responses like this!! And I want to share about it, because if it does have truth in it by any chance, it could matter.

That's what's been happening to me lately~~..it's been on my head for awhile now. And I think I should rest. Nothing around me really changed, but writing about it may help someone in the future, maybe not, but most of all isn't it still interesting?

[reasonsforhope]

When Swiss cardiologist Thomas F. Lüscher attended an international symposium in Turin, Italy, last summer, he encountered an unusual “attendee:” Suzanne, Chat GPT’s medical “assistant.” Suzanne’s developers were eager to demonstrate to the specialists how well their medical chatbot worked, and they asked the cardiologists to test her. 

An Italian cardiology professor told the chatbot about the case of a 27-year-old patient who was taken to his clinic in unstable condition. The patient had a massive fever and drastically increased inflammation markers. Without hesitation, Suzanne diagnosed adult-onset Still’s disease. “I almost fell off my chair because she was right,” Lüscher remembers. “This is a very rare autoinflammatory disease that even seasoned cardiologists don’t always consider.”

Lüscher — director of research, education and development and consultant cardiologist at the Royal Brompton & Harefield Hospital Trust and Imperial College London and director of the Center for Molecular Cardiology at the University of Zürich, Switzerland — is convinced that artificial intelligence is making cardiovascular medicine more accurate and effective. “AI is not only the future, but it is already here,” he says. “AI and machine learning are particularly accurate in image analysis, and imaging plays an outsize role in cardiology. AI is able to see what we don’t see. That’s impressive.” 

At the Royal Brompton Hospital in London, for instance, his team relies on AI to calculate the volume of heart chambers in MRIs, an indication of heart health. “If you calculate this manually, you need about half an hour,” Lüscher says. “AI does it in a second.” 

AI-Assisted Medicine

Few patients are aware of how significantly AI is already determining their health care. The Washington Post tracks the start of the boom of artificial intelligence in health care to 2018. That’s when the Food and Drug Administration approved the IDx-DR, the first independent AI-based diagnostic tool, which is used to screen for diabetic retinopathy. Today, according to the Post, the FDA has approved nearly 700 artificial intelligence and machine learning-enabled medical devices.

The Mayo Clinic in Rochester, Minnesota, is considered the worldwide leader in implementing AI for cardiovascular care, not least because it can train its algorithms with the (anonymized) data of more than seven million electrocardiograms (ECG). “Every time a patient undergoes an ECG, various algorithms that are based on AI show us on the screen which diagnoses to consider and which further tests are recommended,” says Francisco Lopez-Jimenez, director of the Mayo Clinic’s Cardiovascular Health Clinic. “The AI takes into account all the factors known about the patient, whether his potassium is high, etc. For example, we have an AI-based program that calculates the biological age of a person. If the person in front of me is [calculated to have a biological age] 10 years older than his birth age, I can probe further. Are there stressors that burden him?”

Examples where AI makes a sizable difference at the Mayo Clinic include screening ECGs to detect specific heart diseases, such as ventricular dysfunction or atrial fibrillation, earlier and more reliably than the human eye. These conditions are best treated early, but without AI, the symptoms are largely invisible in ECGs until later, when they have already progressed further...

Antioniades’ team at the University of Oxford’s Radcliffe Department of Medicine analyzed data from over 250,000 patients who underwent cardiac CT scans in eight British hospitals. “Eighty-two percent of the patients who presented with chest pain had CT scans that came back as completely normal and were sent home because doctors saw no indication for a heart disease,” Antioniades says. “Yet two-thirds of them had an increased risk to suffer a heart attack within the next 10 years.” In a world-first pilot, his team developed an AI tool that detects inflammatory changes in the fatty tissues surrounding the arteries. These changes are not visible to the human eye. But after training on thousands of CT scans, AI learned to detect them and predict the risk of heart attacks. “We had a phase where specialists read the scans and we compared their diagnosis with the AI’s,” Antioniades explains. “AI was always right.” These results led to doctors changing the treatment plans for hundreds of patients. “The key is that we can treat the inflammatory changes early and prevent heart attacks,” according to Antioniades. 

The British National Health Service (NHS) has approved the AI tool, and it is now used in five public hospitals. “We hope that it will soon be used everywhere because it can help prevent thousands of heart attacks every year,” Antioniades says. A startup at Oxford University offers a service that enables other clinics to send their CT scans in for analysis with Oxford’s AI tool.

Similarly, physician-scientists at the Smidt Heart Institute and the Division of Artificial Intelligence in Medicine at Cedars-Sinai Medical Center in Los Angeles use AI to analyze echograms. They created an algorithm that can effectively identify and distinguish between two life-threatening heart conditions that are easy to overlook: hypertrophic cardiomyopathy and cardiac amyloidosis. “These two heart conditions are challenging for even expert cardiologists to accurately identify, and so patients often go on for years to decades before receiving a correct diagnosis,” David Ouyang, cardiologist at the Smidt Heart Institute, said in a press release. “This is a machine-beats-man situation. AI makes the sonographer work faster and more efficiently, and it doesn’t change the patient experience. It’s a triple win.”

Current Issues with AI Medicine

However, using artificial intelligence in clinical settings has disadvantages, too. “Suzanne has no empathy,” Lüscher says about his experience with Chat GPT. “Her responses have to be verified by a doctor. She even says that after every diagnosis, and has to, for legal reasons.”

Also, an algorithm is only as accurate as the information with which it was trained. Lüscher and his team cured an AI tool of a massive deficit: Women’s risk for heart attacks wasn’t reliably evaluated because the AI had mainly been fed with data from male patients. “For women, heart attacks are more often fatal than for men,” Lüscher says. “Women also usually come to the clinic later. All these factors have implications.” Therefore, his team developed a more realistic AI prognosis that improves the treatment of female patients. “We adapted it with machine learning and it now works for women and men,” Lüscher explains. “You have to make sure the cohorts are large enough and have been evaluated independently so that the algorithms work for different groups of patients and in different countries.” His team made the improved algorithm available online so other hospitals can use it too...

[Lopez-Jimenez at the Mayo Clinic] tells his colleagues and patients that the reliability of AI tools currently lies at 75 to 93 percent, depending on the specific diagnosis. “Compare that with a mammogram that detects breast tumors with an accuracy of 85 percent,” Lopez-Jimenez says. “But because it’s AI, people expect 100 percent. That simply does not exist in medicine.”

And of course, another challenge is that few people have the resources and good fortune to become patients at the world’s most renowned clinics with state-of-the-art technology.

What Comes Next

“One of my main goals is to make this technology available to millions,” Lopez-Jimenez says. He mentions that Mayo is trying out high-tech stethoscopes to interpret heart signals with AI. “The idea is that a doctor in the Global South can use it to diagnose cardiac insufficiency,” Lopez-Jimenez explains. “It is already being tested in Nigeria, the country with the highest rate of genetic cardiac insufficiency in Africa. The results are impressively accurate.” 

The Mayo Clinic is also working with doctors in Brazil to diagnose Chagas disease with the help of AI reliably and early. “New technology is always more expensive at the beginning,” Lopez-Jimenez cautions, “but in a few years, AI will be everywhere and it will make diagnostics cheaper and more accurate.”

And the Children’s National Hospital in Washington developed a portable AI device that is currently being tested to screen children in Uganda for rheumatic heart disease, which kills about 400,000 people a year worldwide. The new tool reportedly has an accuracy of 90 percent. 

Both Lopez-Jimenez and Lüscher are confident that AI tools will continue to improve. “One advantage is that a computer can analyze images at 6 a.m. just as systematically as after midnight,” Lüscher points out. “A computer doesn’t get tired or have a bad day, whereas sometimes radiologists overlook significant symptoms. AI learns something and never forgets it.”

-via Reasons to Be Cheerful, March 1, 2024. Headers added by me.

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Note:

Okay, so I'm definitely not saying that everything with AI medicine will go right, and there won't be any major issues. That's definitely not the case (the article talks about some of those issues). But regulation around medicines is generally pretty tight, and

And if it goes right, this could be HUGE for disabled people, chronically ill people, and people with any of the unfortunately many marginalizations that make doctors less likely to listen.

This could shave years off of the time it takes people to get the right diagnosis. It could get answers for so many people struggling with unknown diseases and chronic illness. If we compensate correctly, it could significantly reduce the role of bias in medicine. It could also make testing so much faster.

(There's a bunch of other articles about all of the ways that AI diagnoses are proving more sensitive and more accurate than doctors. This really is the sort of thing that AI is actually good at - data evaluation and science, not art and writing.)

This decade really is, for many different reasons, the beginning of the next revolution in medicine. Luckily, medicine is mostly pretty well-regulated - and of course that means very long testing phases. I think we'll begin to really see the fruits of this revolution in the next 10 to 15 years.