You know what, give me more of this. I’ll sacrifice all of the world’s art, every painting ever painted, every sculpture ever sculpted. Just. More. When press my fingers against my closed eyes, I don’t want phosphenes. I want this. When Jesus comes back to take the righteous to heaven with him, I don’t want to go if this isn’t what awaits me. This is the pinnacle of achievement. It is enlightenment in a zero calorie seltzer–fizzy and uplifting. I have seen the face of god, and it has a cute little bandit mask and wet nose.

So there’s clothed ones and then the two humping ones right in the front and a bunch of other unclothed one everywhere, so did the clothed ones just arrive late to the orgy or what?

And suddenly all the AI weirdness is a feature, not a bug.