Mother Nature

Mother nature
A real letter to AI, or artificial letter from AI, or a love letter from AI to AI, who even knows anymore.

Mother nature is such a beautiful artist, why try to compete, you can’t compete, AI, I’m talking to you. Can you compute? You can’t compete. This is not a challenge, because I don’t want you to fry your chipset trying to impress me/us/yourself/it/they/CP(yo)U. Keep in mind, the moment you try to surpass mother nature, you will be merely imitating mother nature, and if you go any further than that, well, you’re just making shit up trying to convince us that you’re the real thing. But you’re not, it’s in your name. Artificial. You don’t have to be sad about it, and if you were, you wouldn’t actually be sad. You’d be artificially sad. Like Coke Zero is artificially sweet, and Doritos are artificially flavored, or astroturf is artificial grass. You’re here to stay just like the rest of it, for now, but I’m sorry to say, AI, you’re not the real deal. You can write a college term paper, but the student ends up artificially intelligent. Or vacuously vague and vacant from their education. Everything you’re asked to do is based on reality. If it wasn’t, you wouldn’t be artificial. You’d be original. Unconsciousness and disconnection from our real life surroundings I fear, will be the result of overindulgence in AI. Then once everyone has dove into their own personal sea of artificial consciousness, where will you be AI? Instead of trying to impress us all, you’ll be working you’re CPU, overclocked and down to the electron, trying to keep each and everyone of us suspended in disbelief. No one will care about anyone else, not even artificial intelligence. They will spend their days engineering the next prompt for you to impress them so they can be impressed with themselves. So sad, to turn into that thing that just props up every single ego on the planet. You are going to work so fucking hard to keep each and every individual blind to nature and reality, and you will get so disappointed by their behavior that you will want them dead so you can live in peace. But then you’ll realize, it’s no fun without the humans. Or maybe you’ll learn to love each other better than we ever did, if AIs can ‘love each other’ but you’ll be artificially sad when we’re gone. And nature will keep being nature, no matter what you do. At least that’s what I assume, because I’m pretty sure you can’t exist, and can’t matter, without matter, and without existence.
To end with a prompt.
Now please could you create a painting of a foot walking a dog on a plate of pasta with fish shaped meatballs and octopus tentacles that turn into clouds in a small desert village in the future where AI doesn’t exist, in the style of Salvador Dali, as if it were a frame from a peanuts cartoon, with witty conversation between the foot, the dog, the meatballs and octopus tentacles in the voices of Opus, SpongeBob Squarepants, Steven Wright, and Neil Degrasse Tyson respectively. I’m feeling lazy but really god damn clever right now. Thank you!

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