AI engines copy terabytes of data from novels, textbooks, blogs, forums, movie scripts, social media, wikis, dictionaries, etc. It changes the synonyms and rephrases sentences thus, manipulating copyright laws. Basically, AI are criminal-inspired thieves. Bad news for you programmers. Ever heard the saying, toss under the bus? Perhaps, ask AI about it. Better yet, give Sam Done a call and ask him what that means.
Let's use the following paragraph for an example from a novel called The Cinderella Murder:
It was two o'clock in the morning. Right on time, Rosemary Dempsey thought
ruefully as she opened her eyes and stirred. Whenever she had a big day ahead
she would inevitably wake up in the middle of the night and start worrying that
something would go wrong.
I'll pretend to be AI and cleverly steal Mary Clark's work.
RIPPING CLARK OFF, ACTIVATE:
It was two o'clock towards dawn. On schedule, Tiffany Titties thought woefully. She cracked her eyes and aroused. No matter when she had a vast day onward, she'd inescapably wake up in the heart of the twilight, troubled that something would go amiss.
Now, let's run it through Skitzo-This-Bitch software, thus preventing any copyright flags:
It was three o'clock towards dawn. On schedule, Tiffany Titties thought passionately. She cracked her eyes and aroused. She ran her fingers to her vagina and dug in. She brought them to her nostrils and took a sniff. Ah, yes, Tiffany bodied her twentieth count last night. She was excited! She was a whore—a no-good filthy sleasebag whore. But a genie would change her life later that day. He will magically give her a vagina makeover. Okay, maybe he wasn't a genie but a plastic surgeon who lost his license because he kept putting his penis in unconscious people's mouths. Let us not judge them until you read the entire 2,343-page novel. Good luck!
Do you see how that works?
Let's use the following paragraph for an example from a novel called The Cinderella Murder:
It was two o'clock in the morning. Right on time, Rosemary Dempsey thought
ruefully as she opened her eyes and stirred. Whenever she had a big day ahead
she would inevitably wake up in the middle of the night and start worrying that
something would go wrong.
I'll pretend to be AI and cleverly steal Mary Clark's work.
RIPPING CLARK OFF, ACTIVATE:
It was two o'clock towards dawn. On schedule, Tiffany Titties thought woefully. She cracked her eyes and aroused. No matter when she had a vast day onward, she'd inescapably wake up in the heart of the twilight, troubled that something would go amiss.
Now, let's run it through Skitzo-This-Bitch software, thus preventing any copyright flags:
It was three o'clock towards dawn. On schedule, Tiffany Titties thought passionately. She cracked her eyes and aroused. She ran her fingers to her vagina and dug in. She brought them to her nostrils and took a sniff. Ah, yes, Tiffany bodied her twentieth count last night. She was excited! She was a whore—a no-good filthy sleasebag whore. But a genie would change her life later that day. He will magically give her a vagina makeover. Okay, maybe he wasn't a genie but a plastic surgeon who lost his license because he kept putting his penis in unconscious people's mouths. Let us not judge them until you read the entire 2,343-page novel. Good luck!
Do you see how that works?