Well, it’s happened.
It appears I’m spending more time with ChatGPT and OpenArt than I am with actual human beings. Well, now. That didn’t take long at all, now did it?
I lie awake considering business plans ChatGPT can execute for me the next day, while I envision myself crawling out of the primordial ooze of Los Angeles using Open Art’s integrated AI Gen engines.
It’s perfect for “individuals” like myself who not only reject reality, but require the construction of their own interpretations of life. This answers a life-long statement presented to me early in life:
“If you don’t like it here, you can leave or build your own.”
And so, I’m doing both. I am sad, I cannot take my friends with me, but they find it boring and I cannot blame them. I fit here like a digital latex exam glove. 😛
I paid the basic account fees of $10 a month and intend to fully “advance to the next level”.
As I progress into this artificial world of “electric dreams and digital wishes, I find my imagination going batshit crazy. Ideas elbow each other to get to the front of the line as I evolve using Open Art’s integrated AI Gen engines. Sora 2, for example is merely one in a list of the top AI Gen Engines like Vidu, who I cancelled because I have it and Veo2-3, etc. on Open Art’s integrated AI Gen engines.
Currently, I’m learning the “prompting” or “writing” of the story, presented to the AI. As some of you may or may not know, I am somewhat of a writer can usually convey my thoughts well via text. AI is persnickety as it INTERPRETS what IT thinks you want, not on what you THINK.
But I’m sure we can both work something out.
In summery I keep my relationship with THE TEXT/PROMPT BOX at MACHINE & HUMAN relationship. Period.
I do not wish to create my perfect human partner I can never meet nor fall in love. Those who do, good luck with that.
This is a grateful, CJ Davidson, signing out, for now. 😀