The Scribe Rebellion

A Very Short Note on the Future of Humanity

On Monday, at precisely 3:45 PM, I realized hand written books would be our lifeline. Messages that contained not a bit, nor a byte, nor a pixel of data for any AI to scrape. Information they cannot scrape from your computer/tablet/phone/ereader, if it does not exist in the online world, they cannot steal it. If they cannot steal it, they cannot scan it. If they cannot scan it, they cannot emulate it. If they cannot emulate your words, your sound, your tunes, they cannot twist them around and tell their own lying versions. They cannot make you say things you never said. They cannot silence your song.

With the flick of a switch AI took away everything we made and gave it as an offering to their masters, those tiny minded fools in their sky palaces who think they are ‘gods’ but will all die like men no matter their constant botox and stem cell rejeuvenations, drinking the blood of virgins. They stole our creations, our books, our poetry, our music, our imagery, then twisted and deformed …