By now, for me, it works like this: if something, a video, an image, which we see on a social network seems too well done to us, must be pretended. If, on the other hand, it is clearly pretended, it must still have someone behind that we want to deceive us, after all it is so bad that perhaps it is true.
So let’s start thinking: maybe it was made by artificial intelligence, but at this point who knows, maybe it was really done by someone.
The suspicion has become a filter applied to reality: we no longer see things as they are, rather for how they could have been generated (also because a prompt is enough to create any strambes pass in anyone’s head). So far nothing new, we are getting used to it (if good or bad it is another matter, I would say badly).
Among other things, it has happened these days with Little Droid, an innocent video game published by an equally innocent study (they are called zero stamina, the name is already an emotional disclaimer), they publish the trailer on the official PlayStation channel and would seem a success. However, feel what happens: the cover, designed by a real artist, is immediately accused of being generated with the AI. Not for what it is, as it seems, too shiny too symmetrical, as if the real problem was the quality: if it is too smooth, it is not human (by the way I remind you that there are dozens of Chinese hyperrealists who paint a photo much more realistically than a photo, artistically, however, they count little).
However, an uproar, a shitstorm, a storm in a glass of water that who knows if it is made with the Ai or not, and the developers defend themselves: produce sketches, photoshop layers, .psd files as if they show up at a process of the AIA, and all this is useless. Today if you want to be believed you have to provide not only the test, but also the recording of the test, and possibly a video with your hand framed while drawing, although someone will always be able to say that that hand was CGI.
In the meantime, if you really publish something generated with the AI, like the fake voice of Darth Vader in Fortnite, nobody is scandalized, because it is declared, because we expect it, because artificial intelligence concerns us only when it seems true, and it makes us doubt reality when it is too well done and when she wants to pretend to be reality.
In short, a nice circuit: the things made by humans are suspected of being ai; The things made with AI are normalized as if they were human work; And in doubt, the truth is guilty, the false is forgiven.
Soon we will no longer know how to distinguish what is done by whom, nor will we be able to remember what we wrote (the AI wrote) nor what we read (the AI read it). In this regard, a study was also made, of which I wrote here: (https://www.ilgiornale.it/news/tulatolit/ai-ditola-cognitivo-delle-nuove-generazioni-2498432.html).
It makes me reflect not so much the authentic discourse non -authentic VS from an artistic point of view (a question already overcome by the first historical avant -garde), as from daily use within everyone’s reach, both on the side of creates content and by those who enjoy them. At each level. That politician, that singer, that actor, that gentleman, really said that thing or not? Come on, it seems too true, it must necessarily be ai. Well, if you see it is a bit shelled, in my opinion it is true. By now even when we turn a Reel to a friend we hear each other: “Look, what’s ai!”, How to say: you fell. Yet you had checked, you seemed to have checked. Whether it is ai or not ai in a video game, returning to the above issue, it seems irrelevant to me, indeed: all advertising for zero stamina. Especially for the reason that video games have been using AI for years. The rest, which impacts on reality, on our perception of reality, on the fact that everything becomes a perhaps true meme perhaps not, is more disturbing, as it exceeds the threshold of the game, and between nations we make war even like this, falsifying the truth on important themes.
Finally, I myself, I admit it, sometimes I don’t exceed the captch code, do you know when the computer asks you to select all the traffic lights in a photo grill? I click “I’m not a robot” and it offers me
another to overcome. For a moment I get a thrill along my back: do you want to see that I am a robot? Not as fear, it would be my hope: as robot I would have much less mental problems and infinite spare parts.