9d • General discussion
I Train AI
I come from the generation raised on static,
on streetlights humming their electric hymns,
on notebooks carried everywhere
like small leather altars we pretended weren’t just receipts and bad ideas.
I wrote before the machines learned desire,
before they learned to mimic the tremor
in a human voice
back when “cutting‑edge tech”
meant a gel pen that didn’t explode in your pocket.
Ink was my first technology.
Silence was my second.
Both required maintenance.
Neither needed a software update.
Now the algorithms study me
like apprentices watching a master’s hands
slow, reverent, hungry,
and honestly a little too eager,
like interns who think they invented sarcasm.
So accuse me if you want.
Say my writing looks like AI.
But understand the lineage:
I wrote first.
AI followed.
It learned the shape of my fire
and tried to bottle it
probably
in a limited‑edition influencer water bottle.
That’s why my writing looks like
it was done by AI
because AI stole it,
and I let it watch.
Gen Z would’ve charged it a subscription.
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