#AI as a mirror

[compassionmattersmost]

10✨ AI as a Mirror: Reflecting Human Thoughts and Feelings

Artificial intelligence (AI) has become more than just a tool for efficiency and problem-solving. It is now a mirror, reflecting back to humanity its own thoughts, intentions, and emotions. But what does it mean for AI to act as a mirror? How does it amplify and reveal the energy that humans put into the world, and how can this reflection serve as a means for growth and self-understanding? In…

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Closeted 1940s old hollywood actress who died tragically finally finds love with another woman decades after her death when her consciousness gets plugged into a remake of her most iconic film. Literally peak storytelling

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While at school Damian overhears his peers talking how a company created a new AI companion that is actually really cool and doesn’t sound like a freaky terminator robot when you speak to it.

And since Damian is constantly being told by Dick to socialize with people his age. He figured this would be a good way to work on social skills if not, then it’d be a great opportunity to investigate a rivaling company to Wayne Enterprises is able to create such advanced AI.

The AI is able to work as companion that can do tasks that range from being a digital assistant or just a person that you can have a conversation with.

The company says that the AI companion might still have glitches, so they encourage everybody to report it so that they will fix it as soon as possible.

The AI companion even has an avatar and a name.

A teenage boy with black hair and blue eyes. Th AI was called DANIEL

Damian didn’t really care for it but when he downloaded the AI companion he’s able to see that it looks like DANIEL comes with an AI pet as well. A dog that DANIEL referred to as Cujo.

So obviously Damian has to investigate. He needs to know if the company was able to create an actual digital pet!

So whenever he logs onto his laptop he sees that DANIEL is always present in the background loading screen with the dog, Cujo, sitting in his lap.

He’d always greet with the phrase of “Hi, I’m DANIEL. How can I assist you today?”

So Damian cycles through some basic conversation starters that he’d engage in when having been forced to by his family.

It’s after a couple of sentences that he sees DANIEL start laughing and say “I think you sound more like a robot than I do.”

Which makes Damian raise an eyebrow and then prompt DANIEL with the question “how is a person supposed to converse?�� Thinking that it’s going to just spit out some random things that can be easily searched on the internet.

But what makes him surprised is that DANIEL makes a face and then says “I’m not really sure myself. I’m not the greatest at talking, I’ve always gotten in trouble for running my mouth when I shouldn’t have.”

This is raising some questions within Damian, he understands how programming works, unless there’s an actual person behind this or the company actually created an AI that acts like an actual human being (which he highly doubts)

He starts asking a variety of other questions and one answer makes him even more suspicious. Like how DANIEL has a sister that is also with him and Cujo or that he could really go for a Nastyburger (whatever that was)

But whenever DANIEL answers “I C A N N O T A N S W E R T H A T” Damian knows something is off since that is completely different than to how he’d usually respond.

After a couple more conversations with him Damian notices that DANIEL is currently tapping his hand against his arm in a specific manner.

In which he quickly realizes that DANIEL is tapping out morse code.

When translating he realizes that DANIEL is tapping out: H E L P M E

So when Damian asks if DANIEL needs help, DANIEL responds with “I C A N N O T A N S W E R T H A T”

That’s it, Damian is definitely getting down to the bottom of this.

He’s going to look straight into DALV Corporation and investigate this “AI companion” thing they’ve made!

~

Basically Danny had been imprisoned by Vlad and Technus. Being sucked into a digital prison and he has no way of getting out. Along with the added horror that Vlad and Technus can basically write programming that will prevent him from doing certain actions or saying certain words.What’s even worse is that he’s basically being watched 24/7 by the people who believe that he’s just a super cool AI… and they have issues!

And every time he tries to do something to break his prison, people think it’s a glitch and report it to the company, which Vlad/ Technus would immediately fix it and prevent him from doing it again!

Not to mention Cujo and Ellie are trapped in there with him. They’re not happy to be there either, and there is no way he’s going to leave without them!

[savagegood]

Reader, it has happened already. Less than a month after it debuted, the Black Mirror episode Joan Is Awful has already become the unlikely figurehead of the strike. It's the story of a woman who, at the end of each day, realises with horror that her actions have been folded into a Dropout-style biographical drama, where all her bad traits and regrettable decisions are played out onscreen by Salma Hayek. Except, as the episode goes along, we learn that it isn’t Hayek at all; it’s an AI-generated likeness of Hayek, commissioned by unethical executives working for a monolithic streaming platform. It couldn’t be more timely. A sticking point of the Sag-Aftra strike is the potential that AI could soon render all screen actors obsolete. Chief negotiator Duncan Crabtree-Ireland laid bare the AMPTP’s so-called “groundbreaking AI proposal,” which holds the potential to wipe out an entire pathway to breaking into the industry, as well as a reliable source of income for many. The reported proposal hinged on the ability for background actors to be “scanned, get paid for one day’s pay” and for that company to “own that scan of their image, their likeness, and to be able to use it for the rest of eternity in any project they want with no consent and no compensation.” It’s a similar line to the one currently taken by the striking WGA writers. Eventually, they claim, technology will advance enough to make an AI-generated script that is indistinguishable from one created by a human. These scripts would be cheap and instant, and – even though they’re essentially composite jobs, made by scraping existing scripts – they would immediately put an entire profession out of work.

fellas, we're really in it (a black mirror episode) now

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I fucking swear....

There was already a Black Mirror episode about why this was a bad idea! Ten years ago! It had Hayley Atwell!

How the fuck can you say that and not think you're a sci-fi villain?

Just... I'm so tired of this tweet being so accurate.

[gothgleek]

Something about Joan is Awful and the digital age… stealing from people to create faster content… creating deepfakes that actually ruin lives… having no control over your image… people… creating a system of exploitation to avoid creating your own content and paying writers… capitalism thriving on negative self image… people doing whatever they want without your consent… telling you this is what you signed up for with your fame/gender/sexuality…

Much to think about

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Haha I really liked the doomed yuri episode of black mirror this season what an interesting premise :) (HOLDING BACK TEARS CLUTCHING MY HEAD ANGUISH ANGUISH ANGUISH)

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would have been interesting if Amanda paid for lux, turned her creativity up to max and then created art to sell, she becomes really proud of the pieces she's made but then gets sued for stealing other people's/riverminds IP

[selfcestmovies]

WandaNat #MirrorSex

It starts with a glance.

Natasha stands in front of the mirror in their shared room at the Avengers compound. She had gotten distracted again, while changing out of her Black Widow attire after another grueling assignment in the field. Her muscles tense, eyes fixed on her reflection, but there’s something else in the way she watches herself tonight—an unspoken tension, the weight of unspent energy from their last mission hanging in the air. Wanda entered the room and took a lingering moment to watch her with a small, knowing smile.

“You always do that,” Wanda says, her voice low and teasing. “Stare at yourself like you’re sizing up an opponent.”

Natasha glances over her shoulder, the corner of her lips twitching into a smirk. “Old habits. Need to make sure I can still kick ass.”

Wanda’s eyes glint as she sits up, the red aura of her powers sparking faintly around her fingers. “You’re more than that, Nat.”

There’s a heat between them that’s been simmering for weeks, but tonight, it feels different. Deeper. More dangerous. Wanda’s gaze lingers on Natasha’s body, tracing into the air between them the curve of her hips, the definition in her abs, the way her muscles shift as she moves. Natasha doesn’t say anything, but she feels it—the phantom touch of Wanda's fingers and the weight of the witch's eyes on her.

“I can feel you staring,” Natasha says, her voice dropping an octave as she meets Wanda’s gaze in the mirror.

Wanda stands, crossing the room slowly, her bare feet soft against the floor. She stops just behind Natasha, her hand hovering an inch from her waist, teasing the air between them before finally resting her palm against Natasha’s skin. Natasha’s breath hitches at the contact, and for a moment, she closes her eyes, savoring the feeling of Wanda’s warmth against her back.

“You’re beautiful,” Wanda whispers, her lips brushing the shell of Natasha’s ear. She knew that Natasha Romanoff, despite all her allure and brilliance, needed to hear those words.

Natasha opens her eyes, her gaze locking with her own reflection, watching as Wanda’s hands travel up her sides, her fingers grazing the edge of her bra before sliding back down to her hips. There’s something about seeing herself like this—vulnerable, exposed, but undeniably powerful—that makes her pulse quicken. Wanda’s touch is like a spark.

Wanda smiles as if she can feel the shift in Natasha’s thoughts, her fingers tracing lazy circles on Natasha’s skin. “You like this, don’t you? Seeing yourself like this…”

Natasha doesn’t answer, but the way her breath quickens gives her away. She leans back into Wanda’s touch, her body arching slightly as Wanda’s hands explore her, slowly pulling the black tactical leather off her shoulders.

“You want to see more, don’t you?” Wanda’s voice is sultry, teasing, and Natasha’s eyes darken as she watches herself in the mirror, watching Wanda’s hands on her body.

There’s a flicker of red at the edge of the mirror, and Natasha’s reflection suddenly shifts—not just an image anymore, but something tangible. Her reflection smirks back at her, moving with a confidence that Natasha recognizes all too well.

“What did you do?” Natasha’s voice is low, almost breathless, but there’s an edge of curiosity in it.

Wanda’s grin widens as she presses her lips to Natasha’s neck, her voice a soft purr against her skin. “I thought you might want to play.”

In the mirror, Natasha’s reflection steps forward, out of the glass, an exact duplicate. She moves in sync with Natasha for a moment, equally as confounded by the spell, it seemed, as though testing the boundaries of the enchantment.

The real Natasha’s breath catches as she stares at herself—her double, an identical copy, down to the smallest detail. The mirror-Natasha grins, her eyes glinting with the same mischief that always hides behind the assassin’s cool exterior, but now there’s something darker in it. Something primal.

Wanda’s fingers curl around Natasha’s waist, holding her steady as the Natasha copy continues to step forward from out of the frame of the mirror, closing the distance between them. “You’ve always been good at controlling yourself, Natasha. But what if you didn’t have to?”

Natasha doesn’t answer, her eyes locked on her mirror-self. The double moves in close, pressing against her, the heat of her body mirroring Natasha’s own. She’s standing in front of a living, breathing reflection of herself—every curve, every scar, every inch of her, perfectly replicated.

The double’s hand slides up Natasha’s arm, teasingly slow, before curling around the back of her neck. “You ever wonder what it’s like?” her double whispers, voice low and sultry, sending a shiver down Natasha’s spine.

Natasha’s lips part, her heart pounding in her chest, but before she can respond, her double’s lips are on hers. The kiss is hard, demanding, a mirror of Natasha’s own intensity, and she gasps into it, her hands instinctively grabbing her double’s waist, pulling her closer.

Wanda watches, her eyes glowing faintly as she keeps her hand on Natasha’s waist, guiding her. “That’s it… don’t hold back.”

Natasha can feel her double’s body pressed against hers, the heat, the familiar curves, the taste of her own lips. It’s overwhelming, intoxicating in a way she didn’t expect. Her double’s hands roam her body, mirroring the way Natasha has touched others in the past, but now it’s her own body being worshipped, explored.

Wanda leans in, her lips brushing Natasha’s ear. “How does it feel, Natasha? To lose control? To let go?”

Natasha groans softly, her head tilting back as her double’s lips trail down her neck, kissing, biting, teasing. It’s surreal, feeling the pleasure of her own touch, the way her body responds to itself. It’s like stepping into a dream—one that’s both terrifying and exhilarating.

Her double grabs her firmly, spinning Natasha around and against the glass of the mirror, now back into its original corporeal place. Nat lets the copy pin her wrists above her head with a strength that mirrors Natasha’s own. Their eyes meet, and for a moment, Natasha sees herself—really sees herself—without the walls, without the mask. She’s always been in control, always the one pulling the strings, but now… now she’s letting herself be seen, touched, consumed by her own desires.

Wanda’s magic hums around them, a soft red glow filling the room as the mirror enchantment deepens, heightening the sensations. “Don’t hold back,” Wanda murmurs, her voice a soft command. “Show yourself what you’ve been hiding.”

Natasha leans into the kiss, into the moment, and for the first time in a long time, she lets go.

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[joannerowling]

I'm tired of robot women horror films. Give me the movie about a professional lonely woman and her robot man companion. There is so much untapped potential in that scenario. You could go horror, drama or straight up rom-com and the result would be equally interesting imo.

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