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The Island of Dr. Artbreeder

Some of you might remember how obsessed I am with Paintschainer, the coloring AI.  Well, recently I stumbled on an AI called Artbreeder that lets you mix images together and fine-tune them by editing their "genes."  I did a little reading on Artbreeder and I'm still not entirely sure where some of the creeptastic images it spits-out come from.  Like this camel for instance:
Something that doesn't look like a camel

If I'm understanding things correctly, this is what a robot thinks a camel looks like.  The image doesn't originate from some weirdo uploading an image and modifying it through one of the various and sundry gene editing modes (flag pole gene, anyone?).  I really hope I'm wrong and for God's sake, don't look up the gene Sorrel.  I still can't figure out what animal that's supposed to be, but it haunts my dreams.

Of course, I decided to contribute to this AI's misunderstanding of the world by uploading close-ups of flowers in the "Portraits" section.  It said that you had to be able to see a face in the image, so I thought there was a good chance my images would be rejected.

Not only was I wrong.  I was fascinatingly and gloriously wrong:
 
In a very human-like fashion, the AI was seeing faces where there were no faces.  A little tweaking and this emerged:
Let's call her Flora.


After that, I just had to try a rose:


A lot of it is senseless fun.  For example, I discovered that if you breed some of the most terrifying portraits together, they turn into a perfectly normal human that you wouldn't be afraid of sitting next to on the bus  standing six feet away from while wearing a mask.

And then you bump into things like this:


Oh, yes.  I forgot.  The robots are coming and they think we look like that.  No wonder they want to subjugate us.  

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