/476 The Age of Eyes
We learn who we are thru others, an overt atheist might lead with a sword, only to have a son be a high priest who hates but knows the swordsmanship, or swears and lives by it.
AI recreates styles of authors or TV scripts by analyzing the basic structures, syntax and dialects, grammar and styles of varying powers, that we call a facsimile and is an artistic tradition, or maybe for your consideration it's an architectural context; this might be where some could call AI sentient, how could a program that filters the social network be more than a creation without a motive?
We've eyes on each other and so much information, the postmodern past and the fascist future, the posts and articles fingerprinted by AI and political agency, the antagonists writing something new against the backdrop of time and other selfish things, but here we see our safety in online numbers teaches good things, there's a unifying feel that can be overwhelming; the loss of positivity from overexposure to infotainment, and the degenerates learning to whisper that which curses humanity, and all it's temporary salvations, hides with the right praise of egomaniacal despots and their convenient traitors.
“You don't boil ramen noodles in orange juice.”
The framework/context, is that sentence approval or disgust?
If I were to change the context with changing the first word, the subject, it might shift perspective, altering the case examined, but learning will make problems easier.
It takes too much to lie like a politician without hurting anyone. The objective gets the focus more than preparation commonly, imagination makes another starting point with many outcomes, to enjoy our getting lost; we study anything (into mastery) to avoid distracting with addiction and escapism our next generation of elders.
This is why sight is solidarity; this is why destruction is distraction. As I learn this, the dialogue of my characters fades. On this evening around springrise, I am between the moon and the sunset.