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“Are Human, Support Human (Sonnet 2520) AI fakes will rise, AI fakes will fall, and you can never tell them apart, but one thing these vermin must be petrified of, is to be exposed - never tolerate AI slop as normal, just like you no longer tolerate the nazis as normal. To nourish creativity you must be intolerant of fakes, for humanity to flourish you must be intolerant of prejudice. Those who make AI fakes and those who knowingly consume them are equally garbage, those who howl prejudice and those who stay silent are equally savage. Some century when AI does become self aware, then we might have to reconsider our ethics, until then preserve human art at all cost, and banish every last AI slop in the bin.”

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Book:Hazrat-e Humanity: The Uncultured Polyglot
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