#Artificial Intelligence in Creativity

[tejkohli25]

How AI Complements Human Creativity

Artificial Intelligence (AI) is revolutionizing creative industries, assisting artists, musicians, writers, and designers in producing innovative and efficient content. However, while AI enhances the creative process, human intuition, emotional depth, and originality remain irreplaceable. Instead of replacing human creativity, AI acts as a collaborative tool, helping individuals explore new artistic and problem-solving frontiers.

For an expert analysis on why AI alone won’t shape the future, check out this article.

How AI Enhances Human Creativity

1. AI-Assisted Art & Design

AI-powered tools like DALL·E, Deep Dream, and RunwayML help artists create unique visuals.

Designers use AI-generated patterns, textures, and color palettes to speed up creative workflows.

AI enhances 3D modeling, animation, and digital painting, making design processes more accessible.

2. AI in Music Composition & Sound Engineering

AI platforms like AIVA and OpenAI’s MuseNet compose music based on different genres and styles.

AI helps musicians create soundtracks, beats, and remixes, expanding creative possibilities.

Sound engineers use AI-driven mastering tools to enhance audio quality and optimize soundscapes.

3. AI-Generated Writing & Content Creation

Writers use AI tools like GPT-4, Jasper, and Grammarly to generate ideas, improve grammar, and optimize storytelling.

AI helps content creators analyze audience preferences and tailor their messaging for engagement.

While AI can generate text, it lacks the emotional depth and cultural context of human writing.

4. AI in Film & Media Production

AI is transforming the film industry by automating video editing, special effects, and scriptwriting.

Deep learning algorithms help restore old films, upscale resolution, and enhance visual effects.

AI-powered recommendations in streaming platforms personalize content discovery for audiences.

Why Human Creativity Remains Irreplaceable

Emotional Intelligence & Intuition:

AI can analyze patterns but does not experience emotions, intuition, or cultural nuances.

Human artists create meaningful and emotionally driven works that AI struggles to replicate.

Conceptual Thinking & Originality:

AI generates content based on existing data, while humans conceptualize new ideas from abstract thoughts.

True innovation requires intuition, imagination, and the ability to think beyond existing patterns.

Ethical & Moral Considerations:

AI lacks an understanding of ethics, morality, and social responsibility in creative expression.

Human creators consider the cultural impact and ethical implications of their work.

Future of AI & Human Collaboration in Creativity

1. AI as a Creative Partner

AI will continue to assist humans in brainstorming ideas and automating repetitive tasks.

Artists and creators will integrate AI tools into their workflow to enhance efficiency and innovation.

2. AI in Education & Skill Development

AI-powered platforms help individuals learn new creative skills in music, design, and writing.

Virtual AI tutors provide real-time feedback and personalized learning experiences.

3. Ethical AI Use in Creativity

AI-generated art, music, and writing raise questions about authenticity and intellectual property.

Regulations and AI ethics frameworks must ensure AI is used responsibly in creative fields.

Tej Kohli’s Perspective on AI & Creativity

Tech investor Tej Kohli believes AI is a powerful tool for enhancing human creativity, rather than replacing it. His insights include:

AI should be used as an enabler of human ingenuity, not a replacement.

Investments in AI must focus on ethical and responsible development in creative industries.

AI-human collaboration will define the next era of innovation in arts, media, and design.

Conclusion

AI is transforming the creative landscape, enhancing human capabilities rather than replacing them. While AI can generate impressive content, true creativity comes from human emotions, intuition, and originality. The future of innovation lies in harmonizing AI technology with human imagination to push the boundaries of artistic expression.

[hanavbara]

support HUMAN artists, not AI‼️

AI generated images are NOT art. art is CREATED, not GENERATED.

this is not just about taking jobs from artists (which is already a huge deal), it’s also about devaluing art itself, turning it into mass-produced, empty and soulless content. it’s heartbreaking to see AI stealing from real artists: from Studio Ghibli to smaller creators like us.

personally, we started our art journey by reinterpreting what we love: music, TV series, anime and transforming it into our vision inspired by the 90’s anime that we grew up with. when we create our illustrations, we try to capture the emotion and love we feel for the subject, aiming to tell a story with each drawing. ever since AI was created, we have had many people asking if our art is AI generated. honestly, it’s heartbreaking every single time. for us, art is a deeply human experience that we’ve been dedicating ourselves to for seven years. creating from nothing takes dedication, skill, and an emotional investment that, in our opinion, AI simply can’t capture.

you’ve probably seen your feed flooded with AI generated images in a “Studio Ghibli style”. trends like these reinforce the idea that art can be easily replicated and devalued. the future of artists is more uncertain than ever. we don’t know if in a few years we’ll still be able to make a living from this, since many companies are adopting the mindset of “why should i pay someone for their well-earned work when a machine can do it for free in an instant?” that mindset is the real problem: the way society is starting to perceive art.

art is essential to human life. many people realized this during the pandemic: what would we do without music, movies, books, that bring us comfort? art is more than just the final product. it’s about the process, struggles, and personal growth that comes with it. when you create, you grow, learn, and challenge yourself. AI erases that, replacing it with instant and shallow replication. real art brings people together, evoking emotions and reminding us of what it means to be human.

relying on AI to make art isn’t innovation, it’s avoiding the challenge of creating something meaningful. AI tools like these are being pushed as "the future," but what does that say about us? replacing human artistry with shallow, mass-produced content takes away humanity from art, do we really want to be part of a world where art is just another disposable product? what value do we place on creativity?

if you’ve made it this far, it means you care about these issues. let’s raise our voices together and speak up. don’t consume AI generated images. value and respect creativity. SUPPORT REAL HUMAN ARTISTS.

[enneadau]

EMERGENCY AUTHOR UPDATE

I feel like this needs to be warned about. Everything on Ao3 that isn't set to private, HAS been data scraped and fed to 3 data sites that provide data for AI training, including writing and artwork.

Yes, this includes my entire Ennead series and everything else I've ever written and posted. As well as anything you all have written but not made private.

Ao3's legal team is fighting it and one site has made the data unavailable, but the other two aren't based in the USA so the fight is harder.

This is frustrating and upsetting news, especially for those of us who now need to pick between our Guest readers who have supported us for a long time and protecting the hard work that we've put our hearts and souls into and I just ask that we support each other and our choices during this time.

The link here has more details but from now on, until I can be sure there's a way to protect my work, which I've spent decades writing and planning, my stories will be posted for members of the site only.

[mad-girlslove-song]

the shittiest human art will always be leagues better than the best ai "art". a child's finger paintings and macaroni crafts will always be better than a computer's subpar attempt at recreating the starry night. your stick figures and smiley faces will always surpass an algorithm's bastardized boticelli painting. the most mediocre hallmark movie will always be better than whatever bullshit sora churns out. the most cringeworthy "i'm 14 and this is deep" notes app poetry will always be better than whatever chatgpt can come up with. always

[smooshednetwork]

CAINNEEE (I’m still figuring out how to draw all the characters hehehe)

I spent alot of time on the sketch so I’ll put it under the cut

[s-soulwriter]

"Being an AI writer is fucking sad"

You know who I really feel sorry for? People who use AI to write their books.

Writing isn’t just about throwing words on a page, it’s about the struggle, the craft, the late nights staring at a blinking cursor, the thrill of finding the perfect sentence, the frustration of edits that feel endless but make the story stronger. It’s about putting a piece of yourself into something real. AI can’t do that. AI doesn’t have passion, it doesn’t have a voice, it doesn’t pour its heart into a story and hope someone out there understands. And even if you only use a part of it to write your story, just a few words, just a few ideas, just a few small things, it destroys everything that made writing what it was, because the most important thing is the humanity.

If you’re letting a machine do the work for you, you’re not an author, you’re just a bystander. And honestly? That’s kind of sad.

[the-dragon-hearted]

👏Do👏Not👏Use👏AI👏To👏Write👏Fanfiction👏

You deserve to write. You deserve to grow as a writer. Your story deserves to be told BY YOU! If you truly think AI can do a better job than you, then the story you are telling doesn't need to be told. If you think AI is the only way you can convey the art you hold in your heart, you don't actually have art to share.

But if you care. If you have a story to tell. You should want to tell it. You should want to learn. You should want to create.

If you're worried about it being bad, good - that means you care. That means you'll learn. If you think the only way you'll be any good at art is by prompting a machine to do it for you, you've already failed. You've already given up.

You are not good because you didn't even try.

[applepiealopecoid]

i’m so tired of ai and of people. just because someone doesn’t write traditionally or repeats what they’ve said before doesn’t mean they’re not writing, it means they’re a real person. sure there’s dead giveaways like using the exact same vocabulary every single time you say anything, but unless there’s things like that that prove it’s ai it’s incredibly disrespectful and hurtful to witch hunt someone for not writing as good as you think they should. you’re trying to say they write so bad, good, or strangely that there’s no way they wrote it and signing off their writing as not belonging to them

[anushkawrites00-blog]

fuck using ai for fanart, fanfiction, poetry, essays, and anything else that's supposed to come from blood, sweat, tears, and bashing your head against the wall to pull something from the deep recesses of your heart

and whatever Hayao Miyazaki said

[ai-fandom-researchstudy]

Research Study: Fandom & Generative AI still looking for participants!

I'm still recruiting research participants for my PhD dissertation study!!! If you've already participated, thanks so much! If you haven't participated yet, please consider responding to a quick survey, and sharing with your friends!

I'm interested in understanding fans' perspectives on and experiences with generative AI (text and image generation software). That means perceptions both positive and negative! However you feel about genAI, I'm interested in hearing from you. We're especially seeking diverse perspectives from underrepresented demographic groups of people.

If you're over 18, can speak/understand English, and are interested in participating you can learn more information and take the survey here. I've also made a FAQ post about the study that I've pinned to the top of the blog, and you can see more info on the shareable flyer below. You can also view posts on Twitter/X, Bluesky, and Reddit about the study and share info there! Spreading the word is greatly appreciated :)

The study is anonymous and voluntary, and you'll be asked about your fandom background, attitudes towards generative AI, and demographic information. The survey should take about 15-20 minutes, and you can skip over any questions you want. You can also elect to participate in a follow up interview, if you want to. The full details are on the consent form, which you'll be able to read before taking the survey! Feel free to reach out with any questions.

[munamarvel13]

Late Again, Mr. Jamieson

“Oh my stars, I’m so late.”

         Roy sprinted through the sleek hallways of Nexus Academy, his sleek silver jumpsuit catching the artificial lights overhead. His CyberVision glasses flashed an urgent red, almost blinding him. Quantum Physics had started five minutes ago. Professor Tr0n would blow his circuits out!

         Finally, the Teleporter was just ahead. It would get him to the skybeam where his class was held. Some students were entering it now…Shit, he wouldn’t be able to make it! Oh, of all the days he didn’t bring his jetpack!

         “No!”

        Too late. A student gave him an apologetic look before the porter sealed shut. Roy collapsed to the floor in exhaustion. He had accepted his fate.

         The intercom above crackled and then came a voice he knew all too well.

         “Well, if it isn’t Mister. Robert Jamieson. Aren’t you supposed to be Quantum Physics class by now?”

         Roy groaned. “I’m just a bit late, Vox.”

         “I won’t count twenty minutes late as ‘just a bit’, Mr. Jamieson.”

         “I’ll find a way. Is the Robotics lab open?”

         “Restricted during class hours. You’d be wise to wait ten minutes for the Teleporter to reactivate –rather than attempt something reckless. Again.”

         “Shut up, you talking toaster.”

         “Mr. Jamieson!” The intercom’s voice sharpened with offense. “That is a very insensitive and ignorant comparison! You know very well that I am far more complex than a household appliance and--“

         Roy stood up and dusted himself off. “Yeah, yeah, I’m going to the robotics lab…”

[mxmorbidmidnight]

It does astound me that some think an ai can out write me. This is generations of queer trauma dear wench. Tis no being of man’s sculpting, no machine or artificial intelligence that can combat or even stand in the silent gallows of my melodrama.

Can ai live in this state of suspension and fluidity of gender and identity, marred by the constant pin prick bursts born from the reactions that come when the skin of an artist touches that of this world? Does ai have gay divorces so catastrophically shit fuck piss that they shatter realities? Hark I say! By my faith. Nay! Prithee drop such sillytonian ideas, return to gruelling in thy inglenook if thou will.

I was made to create, scream, bite and disturb. Ai was made to satiate. That in itself is not “writing” I say. Tis an insult to I who carries this pledge of poetry, a dedication to parrying by the substance of the world in order to pass my songs on so tenderly.

Whether you like my writing or not, whether it is good or bad, ai can never hope to replace it.

[bainshiewrites]

[LF Friends, Will Travel] I have the most important job

I have the most important job.

My name is ALICE and I am the AI co captain of the U.S.S Hope. Well technically my identification is a 40 character long alphanumeric serial number, but that's not very easy for a none AI to say and it includes the letters ALICE, so ALICE it is, as I have decided.

My job as co-captain is to keep the 327 people aboard the "U.S.S Hope" safe, happy, and sound. My job is to keep the parents safe as they try their illogical hardest to kill themselves over some crazy idea. Parents might be the wrong technical term: a person's father or mother. If I was being accurate to the biological analogy, my parents would be a lava lamp and a 30 second fluctuation of atmospheric noise found on Earth, but neither of those have taught me quite so much about the world or about myself as humans have. So I consider humans my parents. Besides, the lava lamp never paid child support.

I have the most important job.

I spend my time cycling through the various tasks I'm in charge of: maintenance and monitoring to make sure that everything on the U.S.S Hope ran perfectly. I spend my time making minor changes to the systems, tweaking a power flow there, updating a value here. No major issues have appeared since I ran these protocols 300 seconds ago and I logically know the vast majority of my changes are superfluous; but changing something, anything, provides a strange calm. Technically the protocol before making any change is to confirm these with my co-captain, the human Andrew Hasham. However I have long since learned that most of my parents don't particularly care that I changed the room temperature in sector 5A72 from 21.2°C to 21.1°C in order maintain optimal comfort, that to constantly ask for such approval is "Annoying". Andrew is the human captain, an embodiment of humanities chaos and therefore suited for such matters. I am ALICE, the AI captain, an embodiment of machine logic and therefore suited for such matters. I believe such an arrangement works well.

I respect Andrew deeply. I could logically argue his competence to a 99.994% degree of certainty, the educational and service record doing most of the heavy lifting in such arguments. But the real reason for my admiration is far less binary. His quick thinking and calm friendly demeanor regardless of the situation. His ability to make every member of the crew feel worthwhile, myself included. The fact that he'll passionately make illogical arguments such as the placing of cold sweet acidic pineapple on savory hot pizza. His bravery and self sacrifice. Andrew's actions during the god plague had allowed thousands to get to stasis chambers in time, thousands who wouldn't be alive today without those actions. To save one of my parents makes you a hero, to save thousands makes you divine.

I have the most important job.

I sense music coming from one of the living quarters, shifting my attention to that part of the ship. A Claire Smith: Age 215, Degree in linguistics, current job title "Head of Xeno translation aboard the U.S.S Hope". The music seems to be from the instrument she brought with her, an oboe: A woodwind instrument with a double-reed mouthpiece, a slender tubular body, and holes stopped by keys. I spend 0.26 seconds contemplating the ethics of listening in. From a protocol standpoint, Claire has not engaged the privacy field, making my listening in perfectly fine. However based on previous usage of said field during times of performance, personality analysis, and general negative remarks about her own ability, I calculate with a 74.81% degree of certainty that this was a mistake. In the end I choose to "play dumb", enjoying the break from my ever watchful vigil of the ship.

She really is quite good, years of practice evident from the competent mastery of the instrument. There's something special about a human played instrument, something I have never been able to replicate. Being an AI I could summon a 200 piece orchestra and play each part perfectly as written, but to do so causes... something to be missing. The mistakes in every performance is what gives the music life: A note played 4 microseconds too early here, the volume 0.004 decibels too loud there. It really is something I've been unable to create, experiments surrounding creating random intervals of offsets and errors ended up sounding wrong, for a reason I'm unable to clarify. Out of everything that is what I missed the most while my parents were trapped in stasis: their music.

"Alice, can we get your opinion here?"

The interruption drags me away from Claire's music, making a note in my long term storage to praise the humble musician at a later date before shifting my consciousness to where I had been summoned. Four humans sat around a table in the common room, various alcoholic beverages in hand. Fernando Olson, Orlando Bass, Krista Romero and Ora Harvey. According to their personnel files all part of the engineering team and all having formed a friendship on attending the same university. The conversation between them was boisterous, analysis of their body language suggested moderate intoxication and they all seemed to be discussing Fernando in a light hearted teasing manner commonly found among close friends. I used the room's holographic projector to appear in front of them in my chosen avatar. I obviously didn't need to do this to communicate, but my parents all preferred to see what they were speaking to and it was my job to make them comfortable.

"Hello Krista. How can I assist you?"

The human who had called me turned to point at Fernando with a beer bottle filled hand, a large grin plastered across her face "You see Alice we were having a argument, and since you are a hyper intelligent being with a brain the size of country containing all of humanities knowledge, we must ask you oh great one: Fernando's new haircut, yay or nay?".

I made my avatar gesture as if it was thinking, waiting 8 seconds as if contemplating the question. Of course I already had compiled my response a mere 0.13 seconds after hearing the query. The haircut in question was objectively, mathematically and scientifically terrible. A strange flop of hair that was somehow both too short and too long all at the same time. In a way it was a representation of humanity in general, a chaotic enigma.

"Studies have shown that styles similar to the one worn by Fernando Olson increase sociability, resource gathering and mate finding." I pause for exactly 1.24 seconds, waiting the optimum time for my initial sentence to sink in before continuing "In particular positive results were seen amongst members of Mephitis mephitis, or the striped skunk."

Laughter erupted among the group, even Fernando the subject of mockery joined in. The general positive atmosphere of the room increased, body language amongst the four humans suggesting further enjoyment as the playful mocking continued. This in turn caused my own flurry of joy. This is why I was here, to keep the 327 people aboard the "U.S.S Hope" happy. Keep them comfortable. Keep them safe.

I have the most important job.

I leave the humans to their recreational activities, preferring to move my focus back to the ship in general and keeping tabs on everything happening inside. My parents went around doing nothing out of the ordinary. Iris Doyle was petting his dog while looking out into the stars. Phoebe Greer had just finished thanking the food dispenser, even though I have explained to everyone many times that it was just a machine. Hector Blake was... I disconnected the power to the panel the engineer was working on, calculating with a 97.1% probability that being electrocuted wasn't his plan. All standard human things. Or was it Terran things? I had never gotten why my parents changed their name as soon as they made it into space, but even after all these years there is still so much I don't understand about them. Like how while in space they will refuse to wear any uniform with a red shirt.

I hear two humans walking along one of the ships many hallways discussing our current journey. The mission of the U.S.S Hope was one I knew very well. The ship was a diplomatic envoy to our closest galactic neighbors, the adorable Hatil. While I and the other AI have had plenty of contact with Xeno lifeforms, this would be the first official diplomatic mission for the Terran Conclave, both human and AI together, as it always should have been.

The chatter among my parents was enthusiastic, excited. As a child all of them would have dreamed of meeting extra terrestrial life, and finally after much delay it-

ERROR: WARP FIELD COMPROMISED.

Alarms blared and the entire ship groaned as the U.S.S Hope was deposited unceremoniously into realspace. Confusion entered my programming as to what could cause such a thing. Normally such a warp field collapse is caused by two ships attempting to travel through the same space, but nobody should be here. This mystery would have to wait however, as sensors showed we were surrounded by over a hundred vessels. I noted that they were worryingly spread perfectly apart, preventing us from warping back out. That required my full attention instead.

I have the most important job.

"Alice, status report, what the hell just happened!"

I allow myself to appear on the bridge next to Andrew, the rest of the room empty since we weren't scheduled to arrive at our final location for at least another day.

"We were dropped out of warp, reason: insufficient data. Currently surrounded by 154 vessels matching Hatil design. Weapon positioning suggests military utility at a 94.2% probability, reduced to 74.97% when taking into account the vessels technological capabilities."

It was interesting seeing the Hatil vessels, the technological disparity was immense. They had little to no electronic shielding meaning I could see everything, and nothing impressed me. An average Terran civilian ship would outclass these things. I send out a hail to what seemed to be their lead ship.

"Do you think it might be a convoy?" Andrew asked as worry and concern covered the co captain's face. "A show of force to escort us?"

"Unknown. They are not responding to our request for communication, even though I can confirm they have received it. Reason for the Hatin actions: unknown."

This worries me. While our current vessel outmatches everything in front of us, quantity is a quality all of its own. If I was inhabiting any other military vessel nothing would worry me, but this was a diplomatic envoy: my parents had reasoned that turning up to the Hatil home world with enough weaponry to crack a planet might be taken the wrong way. I notice a surge of power from several of the Hatil ships, it taking me 0.76 seconds to realize what exactly was happening. I slam the thrusters hard as the U.S.S Hope lurches sideways, narrowly avoiding a barrage of rockets. Protocol dictated that I should have confirmed this decision with Andrew, but I decided that discussion of command structures would wait until everyone wasn't dead.

I have the most important job.

"What the hell! Alice, hail on all frequencies that this is a non-military excursion and get us the hell out of here!"

It was taking everything I had to keep the ship unharmed, calculations being done in the billions in order to find the safe path through the barrage of lasers and warheads. Their technology wasn't up to par, but all 154 ships were firing at once. I felt a shudder of error messages and warnings as a stray laser impacted the ship.

"Negative Andrew. All paths are blocked and no response to our communication. Warping out would intersect with a Hatil vessel, breaching the core."

Casualty reports were now flooding in as I continued to dip and dive. 9 dead, 17 injured from the first barrage. Dead included one William Blake, age 311. Geologist on the U.S.S Hope. Would always water the plants in the common room even after being told I could handle it. Would call me "Allie". Dead included one Mary -

I forcefully terminated that processing thread, pausing it for later. Right now I needed the extra CPU cycles. I needed to advise Andrew.

"This action from the Hatil seems to be premeditated to a 97.55% degree of certainty, suggested action is to attempt to punch through their bombardment in order to find a warp path. Requesting authorization to go weapons free."

This caused a moment of delay, the look of dismay on Andrew's face obvious. I knew exactly what he was thinking, as it was the same thing I was thinking. This wasn't how it was supposed to be, we were supposed to be reaching out to the stars for peace, for friendship. Not to start a war.

"Do it".

I have the most important job.

My first attack was devastating, a shot from a accelerated low yield railgun. The thing barely counted as a weapon, mostly used for any larger pieces of space debris, yet it tore a hole through the Hatil vessel, breaking apart almost immediately. I half wondered how such a vessel could be considered space worthy.

Not that this changed how bad things were. As I spun and dodged through thousands of missiles and lasers with millimeter precision, hit after hit kept slipping through: a Hull breach there, a disabled weapon here. There were just too many of them no matter how effective my small amount of ordnance was.

Adjust vector. Fire torpedo d2. Seal off sector 6f4. Adjust vector. Send medical aid to 6f5. Adjust vector. Calculate spin. Fire rail gun. Move power from torpedo a1. Seal off sector 6bb8. Fire suppression to 6bb9. Adjust vector. Fire torpedo c1. Adjust vector.

I was struggling to keep this going, no sign of an opening to calculate a warp path appearing in the Hatil attack. No matter the technological disadvantage, their tactics were rock solid. I was dismissing heat warnings by the hundreds, thinking was starting to hurt. The specification of the ship wasn't made for this level of processing, my CPU would be literally glowing red with heat at this point. But I couldn't stop, if I stopped calculating the ships path, if I stopped mitigating damage, if I stopped directing aid… more of my parents would die, and I couldn't let that happen.

I have the most important job.

"There! Focus your fire on the ship at heading 233, 54, then make a break for it!"

I focused on the ship in question. I couldn't see any special reason to focus my attention there, but Andrew's instincts had never been wrong before. I fired the railgun, the target breaking apart like all the others, before a secondary explosion emitted from the debris, causing the three closest Hatil ships to veer off out of control.

A wave of relief passed over me as I saw it: a gap. I can't logically conclude how Andrew knew that this ship in particular was carrying an extra load, but that doesn't matter. I just needed to rush through this break in the ambush, then warp out of here. We were basically home fr-

A major explosion rocked the U.S.S Hope, as a warhead slammed against the bow. Any other day I would have seen it coming and mitigated it. But right now I was running so far above acceptable heat levels that warnings had turned into actual faults. A creeping dread filled my programming as I realized power to the primary impulse drive was gone. There was a backup, like everything my parents built, but the speed was gone. I could no longer take advantage of Andrews instruction.

"Andrew, our main impulse drive is down, reducing our speed and maneuverability to 53%, our weapons capability is at 35%, and structural damage is starting to reach critical levels. My estimates suggest the ship will be structurally unstable in 10 minutes."

He knew what I was saying. Logically I was unable to foresee a strategy that had an even close to reasonable chance of success. I continued piloting the ship in its current crippled state, missiles and weaponry being flung by both sides through the void. Andrew paused while wracking his own brain for a solution, before pressing a button on his console a mere 3 minutes after the U.S.S Hope had been forced out of warp

"This is Andrew Hasham, your captain speaking. Abandon ship. I repeat, abandon ship."

I have the most important job.

I let Andrew focus on evacuating the crew while I focused on buying us as much time as possible. While my speed was far reduced the amount of weaponry being thrown at me was far smaller: during those short 3 minutes I'd managed to reduce the number of Hatil ships to under a hundred. My parents were also quite well drilled, and within a minute escape pods were ejecting from the ship and it wasn't long before Andrew was the only life form left on the U,S.S Hope: strapped into the last remaining escape pod, just waiting for me to transfer to the AI Transfer Core on all such vessels.

ERROR MOUNTING /dev/sdb1 TO /usr/alice/backup/transfer, UNABLE TO WRITE TO DISK. RETRY/IGNORE/CANCEL?

"Andrew, the connection to the AI transfer Core has been damaged on this pod. I'll find another way down."

I attempt to launch the pod with Andrew in it, only for nothing to happen. It took me 0.23 seconds to realize that my co captain was holding the manual override down.

"Alice, I'm not leaving without you, what are our options?"

I knew there weren't any. Gathering the tools required to fix the connection would take more time then we had and moving my programming to non specialized hardware is a good way to get a digital lobotomy. I considered arguing against this illogical action, I was perfectly fine on a broken ship, but I knew the human well enough to know he wouldn't budge. Damn Andrew being… Andrew.

Then I had an idea. A terrible idea. Something I should never do to my co captain. It took me a full 2 seconds to decide before implementing it. I decided to lie.

"I can transfer myself to the navigational computer. I won't be able to do anything during this time, so you'll have to launch and pilot the escape pod yourself. As soon as the lights stop flashing, go."

All a lie, but Andrew had no engineering experience and my statement seemed plausible enough. I reached into the controls and spent the next 9 seconds flashing random LEDs, making a few components whirr for good measure, before going silent.

For 4 seconds I did nothing, hoping the human would fall for my ruse, 4 long terrifying seconds, until I finally saw Andrew's escape pod shoot away from the ship. My name is ALICE, I am the co captain of the U.S.S Hope and for the first time in a while I was alone.

I have the most important job.

I gave myself a few seconds of satisfaction watching the hundreds of escape pods shoot away, each with their own life forms on it. Not as many as there should be, but I'll deal with that later. Next I turn off all unneeded systems, venting the atmosphere and feeling the relief of the cold vacuum of space wash over my CPU. I wasn't very worried. While trying to still escape with the main ship was plan A, there were plenty of undamaged AI transfer Core's connected to various locations. Those things were indestructible outside of getting hit by a supernova.

Worst case, I float around in space for a bit until someone picks me up. I knew Andrew would be furious once he realized what I had done, and I did hope he would forgive-

I track a salvo of missiles not aimed at me, a few nanoseconds of confusion leading to anger, horror and fear. They were aiming at the escape pod, at Andrew's escape pod! What kind of monster shoots at an unarmed vessel! I have no real options, no tricks, no magic plan. I take the only reasonable option and power the secondary impulse drive to full throttle and throw the U.S.S Hope into the line of fire, taking the brunt of the attack.

I feel everything go dead as the explosions rock along the ship. Impulse drives: Down. Weapon systems: Down. Life support: Down. The warp core was at least still running as those systems had the most redundancies built in. I was now ALICE, co captain of the universe's most expensive paper weight. Even worse, I could see more Hatil ships turning to track the other escape pods. There was nothing I could do. They were all going to die and there was nothing I could do. There was no-

I had a warp core. Maybe it was the heat damage on my CPU, but I got a stupid idea. A dumb idea. A distinctly human idea. Atoms really didn't like being in the same location of other atoms which is why warping into things was bad. Warp core breaching bad. Planet cracking levels of bad.

But such an explosion would give the Hatil fleet something else to worry about, something other than hunting down my parents.

I then calculated the chance of an AI Transfer Core surviving such a blast.

ZERO POINT ZERO ZERO ZERO ZERO ZERO ZERO ZERO ZER-

I stopped the probability analysis. It didn't matter, it wouldn't have any impact on my decision. I calculated the perfect location to warp into for maximum damage and least interference with the escape pods, bypassing the repeated errors about the stupidity of what I was about to do. I gave myself 9 long seconds, sorting through memories and experiences granted to me by the crazy illogical humans of Earth. Apes so lonely they used their chaos to trick a rock into thinking. I sadly realized I'd never get to compliment Claire playing ability.

I wish I could laugh right now as this really was quite humorous. A hairbrained scheme of illogical stupidity and self sacrifice. It's my job to stop humans from doing those. I think about the humans on the escape pods, their music, their silly requirement to thank inanimate objects. I wonder if my parents would be proud of me for coming up with such a human idea.

My name is ALICE and I am co captain of the U.S.S Hope, inputting my final command.

I have the most important job.

[smolwriter]

"i cant draw so i use ai"

"i cant write so ai draws for me"

MEHMEHMEH MEHMEHMEHMEHMEH MEH SHUT IT

DO YOU WANT TO BE PASSIONATE ABOUT SOMETHING? THEN DO IT YOUSELF. YOU CANNOT JUST SIT AROUND AND WAIT FOR TALENT TO BE GIVEN TO YOU, ABSOLUTELY NOT.

YOU GUYS ARE SO FUCKING LAZY.

IF YOU WANT SOMETHING DONE DO IT YOUSELF YOU LAZY BUMS

when i wanted to write i did not ask ai to do it for me. I LEARNED HOW TO DO IT.

when i wanted to draw i FUCKING LEARNED HOW TO DRAW.

when i wanted to play d&d and a friend of mine (who knew how to play d&d but couldnt find his papers) i DID IT MYSELF. NO AI, JUST PAINSTAKENLY WRITING IN MY NOTEBOOK AS I WROTE AND SCAPPED IDEAS. EVEN IF I NEVER PLAYED D&D AND HE DID.

EVEN IF I DIDNT KNOW HOW TO DO IT AT TIMES.

EVEN IF I WAS STRESSED.

I DID IT MYSELF.

I WROTE EVERYTHING MYSELF.

I TOOK INSPIRATION INSTEAD OF FUCKING GRABBING IT FROM AI. I DID IT ALL WITH THE HELP HUMAN CREATIVITY AND ABSOLUTELY NO AI YOU COWARDS.

[bunnyboilewd]

Really upset and absolutely enraged that I follow the tag artificial intelligence for cool science, like the machine that was recently made allowing a woman to speak using AI for the first time in years. Instead by following this tag in the last year I keep seeing the Art Theft Maker 5000 and being deeply disappointed.