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Do we ban AI or embrace it so enthusiastically we end up with sphincter burns?

We know it rapes the planet but still we use it.


Will it render us obsolete in the work place?

I could be resting in smugness here because I might just keep my job - recent feedback from my talk, My Tutu Went AWOL!, said, ‘Well, AI certainly couldn’t replicate this man’s work!’

Though as my talk is about my tours of the military bases in Iraq and Afghanistan in the guise of Madame Galina Ballet Star Galactica, a Sugar Plum Fairy wannabe with a missing dance partner, who she must replace from a selection of likely candidates pressganged onstage from the paying audience, possibly nobody would wish to replicate my work.


Might a nuanced rather than an either/or approach to our use of AI be a thing?

Let’s agree to rein-in personal use.

Not creating more CO2 in the atmosphere in a year than does Delhi posting photographs of ourselves transformed into beetroots wearing Santa costumes; making hyper-realistic porn images of Nicholas Galitzine, Jessica Rabbit and Anne Widdecombe; or to create footage of morbidly obese women having accidents sky-diving and providing Cheddar with a twin Gorge.



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