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Each day I walk through my war torn and impoverished little village, looking for food and water. I keep in my pocket a small postcard of a beautiful tropical beach I've never been to. When I get home, I use the bits of supplies I've found to make my little paintings or write my little stories. The GPT version of me can only remix the world I am already in, so this version mostly paints dark landscapes and violent imagery, however much I prompt myself to draw something pretty, it always comes out looking a little macabre. The regular old person me, on the other side, is plagued by the human afflictions of desire and fantasy. This version of me can only paint the beach on my postcard, but because of my desperation, focus, and need, these paintings become larger and more fantastical than I thought I could imagine, but in that, they provide me and my loved ones comfort and escape and novelty. The human version of me makes statistically improbable things, but, to me, is still a plausible human, and the one I'd rather be at least. All just to say, maybe there is a more qualitative difference here than you think. |
A human imagining orcs and one horned horses has 'fantastical, larger than life' imagination but AI generation drawing people with strange hands is 'incorrect'.
These are not one to one examples but the point stands that with enough suspension of belief, people are more likely to take on human creations at face value than AI when they know the source.