My social media feed is now a hellish stream of puerile AI slop. Am I stubborn to want to hang on to reality? Recently, a friend sent me a video of a man dressed as a pickle. Following a high-octane car chase, the pickle flung himself out of the car and flailed down the highway. It was stupid and we laughed. But it also wasn’t real. When I pointed out to my friend that the video was AI-generated, she was taken by surprise, noting she’s usually pretty good at spotting them. She was also frustrated: “I hate having to be on the constant lookout for AI trash,” she lamented in the chat. And I feel that. Becoming an AI detective is a job I never wanted and wish I could quit. Continue reading...