The Panelist

There are potential uses for "AI" (not actually AI) that integrate into an artistic process. But so far those most interested in the tech are explicitly attempting to devalue, exploit, or outright annihilate human labor. The problem wasn't splitting the atom, it was building a bomb.

Perhaps a warning against burnout, perhaps a plea to get home insurance, perhaps a promise that one day you'll burn with inspiration. Whatever the real meaning, in the biography of your life, there will inevitably one day be a chapter titled: "The Fire".

I'm not the clone. YOU'RE the clone. Oh, you're not? That's EXACTLY the sort of thing a clone would say.

Why is everyone looking at you that way? Do they know? How could they know if they... couldn't... read... oh no....

Have you made the decision to carry on an ancient bloodline steeped in magical lore and suffused with the power cosmic? This might be the shirt for you!

I know how this looks... but it's not that bad. Chill out, bro.

Are you a stranger and afraid in a world you never made? Are you into oblique poetry references in your comics? Are you into anthropomorphized ducks? Then this is the shirt for you.

Are you a stranger and afraid in a world you never made? Are you into oblique poetry references in your comics? Are you into anthropomorphized ducks? Then this is the shirt for you.

Are you a stranger and afraid in a world you never made? Are you into oblique poetry references in your comics? Are you into anthropomorphized ducks? Then this is the shirt for you.

Are you sadly incapable of blowing holes in mountains with your punch-vision? Have you never read the minds of others and rearranged their memories for fun? Can you not control the weather even a little bit? Celebrate your astonishing averageness by owning what you are... you filthy flatscan.

Might as well own it at this point. The Great Filter is here... and it's us.