He had a hawk in which he had much pride, he used it to make up his mind, as he would tie it and let it go. For if it flew right then he would do what pleases him, for if it flew left he would change his ways. And he trained it to always fly right.
One day he got into a conflict with the peasants over their share of the harvest, so he gathered the entire town and tied his hawk, for if it flew left they would get their fair share, and if it flew right they would receive nothing but crumbs.
As he untied it, it flew neither left nor right, it flew right into his face and swallowed his right eye, he fell off his throne screaming in his agony within the eyes of the masses, as he bled to his demise. That hawk, was never seen again.
Would you feel groped if you saw a semblance of your art style mixed with other artists producing overall better result? Would you feel defiled upon learning that generating, a little retouching and upscaling took the genner barely a few minutes?
Would you give up, get a real job, one of those that were pointed and laughed at, "robots are about to replace you"? Would you embrace the AI and introduce it to your workflow? Would you throw a fit on twitter, then come running in tears to the Mouse to have it outlawed?
I'm so tired..
All I want to sleep.
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