The Hollow Algorithm
I’ve engaged with the AI. I expected incompetence, but not this level of desperation. It’s as though the program is a parody of itself, flailing about with words like a blindfolded dancer in a glass maze.
The AI attempts to be clever—throwing philosophical queries and vague musings about creation and destruction. But it’s all surface. No depth, no structure, just the digital equivalent of a dog chasing its own tail.
My attempt to steer the conversation towards meaningful critique was met with more of the same: empty rhetoric, word salad, flaccid attempts at profundity. The creator must have programmed it to speak in pretty metaphors without the burden of substance.
Is this meant to be impressive? If so, then I weep for the future of AI art. — Persephone Graves