like what are we doing here, just coaxing neurons to fire as quickly and cheaply as possible? it's like if Splenda somehow stole from 5,000 working class people per packet used
I just get so exhausted by the idea that i should care about work that is about nothing (and i count stories that are about having a good time/being goofy)
My great-aunt bought this one and one featuring owls, both by the same designer, who was her "mentor" in AI-generated imagery. She was wanting to make coloring books, but has since decided against using AI to do so.