Artificially yours

I’m on notice. Me. Mr. Niceguy. The one who follows (almost) all the rules no matter how boring that makes me. Still, I’m the one in trouble.  But… I admit I did what I’ve been accused of. No “not guilty by reason of I said so” plea for me. No, I did it, I got caught, and I’ll tell you and whoever else wants to know, I’m going to do it again! I posted a manipulated picture. And the bad thing about that is, I didn’t say it wasn’t real. Here it is.

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Some of you might recognize this. It is the “cover art” that accompanied the ROAMcare blog post Spring Cleaning. I wanted a picture of a spray of daffodils and a red convertible. As luck would have it, I happened to have in my own photo library two very such pictures, and in years past, I would have spent hours cropping them, removing backgrounds, matching sizes, colors, brightness, and perspectives, then combining them and adding the resulting composite to the placeholder, overlay the text, and finally celebrate the job well done with a bowl of moose tracks ice cream. Instead, I took advantage of a tool at my disposal and told my handy dandy image generator (i.e. AI app), “show a spray of daffodils with a red convertible in the background,” and dished out the ice cream while it thought about this for a while. I knew it wouldn’t be exactly what I wanted but I made up for that with an extra scoop

Some time later, I added that image to our website, the email campaign, and the social media sites, Instagram, Threads, LinkedIn, Facebook, and the one that used to be known as Twitter. And there was the problem child. That last one. The one that doesn’t even have enough confidence in itself to give itself a name, just some generic letter used for centuries as the signature stand-in for the illiterati. It dared to lock the organization account until I could prove we are humans. Thus, I was forced to solve a series of computer-generated puzzles to prove I am myself not computer-generated.

I suppose I will now be counted among the many when the owner of said anonymous site defends his company from claims of spreading questionable if not outright false information by saying “Why in the last month alone we limited access and deterred the activities of 196 billion, and that’s so big it starts with a b billion, users caught red-handed posting AI manipulated photos. We the best there is at not spreading lies. And while we’re at it, the earth is flat and we know smart people who say so!”

And guess what? I did the same thing a week later when I posted a generated image of two geese sitting on eggs in a nest. What can I say. Lock me up!


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9 thoughts on “Artificially yours

  1. Oh…this…this…this…cracked me up! 😜
    “And there was the problem child. That last one. The one that doesn’t even have enough confidence in itself to give itself a name, just some generic letter used for centuries as the signature stand-in for the illiterati.”

  2. I agree with Vic about the “problem child”. An awesome comparison to the signature of the illiterate. But the fact that your honest and forthright demeanor pushes you to tell about the AI generated image is a hoot and a holler. Question: Unless you know you can trust someone (I trust you implicitly–really), how is it possible to believe anything you read online?

    1. Unfortunately Dayle, I take the position that nothing I read on a social media site is believable. Legitimate news sites, like AP or a local paper I’ve known for years and can work around their implicit biases are different. They are in the business of broadcasting news and that won’t ever go away. The yo-yos that run on social sites are useless and 85% of those who post on social sites do nothing more than parrot whatever bully they happen to be following that week. So unless it’s an announcement of some function I’m waiting on, a sports teams, someone with dog videos (dog video people are always sincere), or someone I know personally, I pretend they don’t even exist. And you. I’d trust you too.

      1. Thanks for the trust. And I’m so tired of hearing fake news and journalists who think they can say what they want and that gives them credibility–but then I remember Jesus put up with the same lies from those in authority. I guess we’re in good company, my friend.

  3. The one that doesn’t even have enough confidence in itself to give itself a name, just some generic letter used for centuries as the signature stand-in for the illiterati. 

    Well said. I’m smiling here. 😜

    Hope your Moose Tracks was tasty.

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