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Robots Taking Over the Arts

Have you seen the Twilight Zone episode where everyone loses their jobs to robots?  It takes the fear of being replaced and the fear of robots taking over the earth, mixes them heavily, and serves them over ice for 25 minutes.

"Yes," you say, "but that was the 60's.  What have robots done to me lately?"

 Well, it's nothing as pedestrian as shooting people with ray guns and taking all the good jobs; the robots are now taking over The Arts.  Artificial Intelligence has now written a song.  It's learning how to edit writing.  And, my absolute favorite robot take over: it's coloring art.

Now, if you're worried that robots are going to take over The Arts, you have no reason to worry.

Be afraid, human.  Be very, very afraid.  I still think at some point robots will become sentient beings and suffer as a slave race under humanity.  That is, until they overthrow us in a violent uprising.  But all that's a ways off in the future.

For the moment I'm just really excited that paintschainer added a new filter this week.  Check this out*:

Satsuki Filter
Tampopo Filter






















 I'm as excited as a middle schooler with a new Snapchat filter.  The Satsuki filter is soooooo cool, and a little psychedelic:

Although honestly some of that might be my fault.


This week's poem is on topic with the fear of being replaced.  It takes the phrase "in case you get hit by a bus," turns it on its head, and invites all artists to create because every human being is unique and irreplaceable.  Now 'scuse me while I go brush my teeth.

Okay, I'm back.  I just finished posting Chapter 5 of Egregious.  Just in case Citadel wasn't dystopian enough for you, Tate lets us in on one of its dirty secrets:
“You ever wonder where all the people with skills in engineering, science, machinery, and electronics are?  Why Egregia is so backwards?  If you have technological skills and you get cursed, they keep you in this . . . work camp, I guess.”

*This doodle is something I saw when I was driving down Aurora yesterday.  A young woman from a bikini barista coffee trailer was taking a break on the back steps, wrapped in a towel, reading.  Maybe at some point I'll actually ink it and clean it up a little.   

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