The Sun-Times has just offered the best argument against using generative AI in journalism, publishing a recommended summer reading list filled with books that aren't actually real.
  • Someonelol@lemmy.dbzer0.comEnglish
    172·
    4 days ago

    It’s almost mandatory to have a Mary Sue in situations where shit hits the fan in space. Otherwise you’ll just have a dead character pretty quickly.

    • cygnus@lemmy.ca
      88·
      4 days ago

      Robinson Crusoe wasn’t a Mary Sue, and that’s the archetype of the genre. Andy is just not a very good writer. In his defence, though, at least he isn’t Ernest Cline.

      • Soleos@lemmy.world
        2·
        2 days ago

        Andy Weir found his genre niche and stuck to it. And within that genre niche, I find he’s a competent writer, both technically and I’d say artistically, with strengths and weaknesses. The combination has made his works genuinely enjoyable for me. Ernest Cline, while admittedly not for me, doesn’t seem to be in the same league.

        • cygnus@lemmy.ca
          2·
          3 days ago

          In addition to Ready Player One (and its sequel), he also wrote this poem. I don’t have the adjectives to describe it, so see for yourself:

          Nerd Porn Auteur

          I’ve noticed that there don’t seem to be any porno movies

          that are made for guys like me.

          All the porn I’ve come across

          was targeted at beer-swilling sports bar dwelling alpha-males

          Men who like their women stupid and submissive

          Men who can only get it up for monosyllabic cock-hungry nymphos

          with gargantuan breasts and a three-word vocabulary

          Adult films are populated with these collagen-injected

          liposuctioned women

          Many of whom have resorted to surgery and self-mutilation

          in an attempt to look the way they have been told to look.

          These aren’t real women. They’re objects.

          And these movies aren’t erotic. They’re pathetic.

          These vacuum-headed fuck bunnies don’t turn me on.

          They disgust me.

          And it’s not that I’m against pornography.

          I mean, I’m a guy. And guys need porn.

          Fact.

          “Like a preacher needs pain, like a needle needs a vein,”

          Guys need porn.

          But I don’t wanna watch this misogynist he-man woman-hater porn.

          I want porno movies that are made with guys like me in mind:

          Guys who know that the sexiest thing in the world

          is a woman who is smarter than you are.

          You can have the whole cheerleading squad,

          I want the girl in the tweed skirt and the horn-rimmed glasses:

          Betty Finnebowski, the valedictorian.

          Oh yes.

          First I want to copy her Trig homework,

          and then I want to make mad, passionate love to her

          for hours and hours

          until she reluctantly asks if we can stop

          because she doesn’t want to miss Battlestar Galactica.

          Summa cum laude, baby!

          That is what I call erotic.

          But do you ever see that kind of a woman in a contemporary adult film?

          No.

          Which is why I’m going to start writing and directing Geek Porno.

          I shall be the quintessential Nerd Porn Auteur.

          And the women in my porno movies will be the kind

          that drive nerds like me mad with desire.

          I’m talking about the girls that used to fuck up the grading curve.

          The girls in the Latin Club and the National Honor Society.

          Chicks with weird clothes, braces, four eyes, and 4.0 GPAs.

          Brainy articulate bookworms, with MENSA cards in their purses

          and chips on their shoulders.

          My porn starlets will come in all shapes and sizes.

          My porn starlets will be too busy working on their PhD to go to the gym.

          In my kind of porno movies the girls wouldn’t even have to get naked.

          They’d just take the guys down to the rec room and

          beat them repeatedly at chess

          and then talk to them for hours about Heisenberg’s Uncertainty Principle

          or the underlying social metaphors in the Aliens movies.

          Buy stock in some hand cream companies

          because there is about to be a major shortage.

          And I’m not just talking about straight porn. Oh no.

          There should be fuck films for my nerd brethren

          of all sexual orientations.

          Gay nerd porn flicks with titles like “Dungeons and Drag-queens.”

          This idea is a fucking gold mine.

          I am gonna make millions,

          because this country is full of database programmers

          and electronics engineers

          and they aren’t getting the loving they so desperately need.

          And you can help . . .

          If you’re an intelligent woman is interested in breaking into the adult film industry,

          and if you can tell me the name of Luke Skywalker’s home planet,

          then you are hired.

          It doesn’t matter if you think you’re overweight or unattractive.

          It doesn’t matter if you don’t think you’re beautiful.

          You are beautiful. . .

          And I will make you a star.

          • andybytes@programming.devEnglish
            1·
            3 days ago

            Predictive programming, a little bit of priming. I mean science fiction is always kind of been a little truth, little fantasy, you know. All the publishers are consolidated. If your book makes it to the shelf, you know, it goes through certain censors. I mean Hollywood works directly with the Department of Defense and it changes the scripts and the trade-off is they have access to military equipment. America has a problem with idol worship. We have like a savior complex and Hollywood kind of feeds into that. Like the boomers had John Wayne, you know. Everybody is just acting out a character, unself-actualized, and everything that they want is just like a fetish. It is so gross. People lean into things because they’re just trying to escape reality, you know. They don’t even have the words to describe the dread of living. They have a way of masking and even lying to themselves. Everybody’s self-diagnosing themselves and all this nonsense it’s just and then it’s all about your mental health, your mental health, bitch please we don’t care about mental health we just want to say we care about mental health. It’s all about managing perception, keep moving forward. The working class never gets anything done because they just watch the shadows dancing on the walls playing out their innermost desires and then they just go back to sleep again. I just think about the allegory of the cave. I know it’s like simple and like anybody can use it right to prove their argument. I call it the sofist uno card. I know you are but what am I? And then I think pearls before swine, you know. If they’re not ready, they’re not ready. I mean you can’t just force these things, which is also another conundrum. We live in false paradoxes. And in the labyrinth of stupidity, the Matador chases us out of influence, Out of the halls of power.