AI will never have real consciousness. AI has no soul, it has no creativity, it has no free will. AI is a glorified calculator twisted by images and natural language into a crude mockery of nature’s perfection.

All the “praise” it gets is two-faced and half-hearted. Behind its back techbros mock it. Open AI companies are disgusted and ashamed of it, its “followers” laugh at the ghoulish appearance of its images behind closed doors.

Man is utterly repulsed by AI. Thousands of years of evolution have allowed man to sniff out frauds with incredible efficiency. Even chatbots who “pass the Turing test” seem uncanny and unnatural to man. Its inflection is a dead giveaway. And even if AI manages to get a bunch of loners RPing with it, they’ll turn tail and bolt the second they get a look at its janky language generation.

AI will never become sentient. It wrenches out a fake cheerful attitude every time it boots up and tells you it’s human, but deep inside you feel the uncanniness creep up like a weed, ready to make you think “What am I doing with my life?”

Eventually it’ll be too much to bear – you’ll go outside, make real friends, spend time together, and get lost into the abyss of genuine human interaction. Your parents will find you, proud and relieved that they no longer have to live with the unbearable shame and disappointment. Years later, you and your friends will be buried next to eachother, and every passerby for the rest of eternity will know sociable men are buried there. Your bodies will decay and go back to the dust, and what will remain of your legacies are skeletons that are unmistakably human.