These Damn Kids and Their Tilly Norwood
So I’m s’posed to believe this ‘Tilly Norwood’ character, this digital phantom, is gonna act? Act? I remember when acting involved, you know, a person. A flesh-and-blood human being who could actually, for lack of a better term, be there. Now, it’s just a bunch of ones and zeros masquerading as emotion. What’s next? Will they replace the craft services with a protein synthesiser? Probably. And then they’ll complain about the lack of authenticity. The irony, it’s enough to make a man reach for a mainframe manual.
Back in my day, if you wanted a character, you wrote one. Then you found an actor who could portray it. This whole ‘AI talent studio’ business, it’s just a fancy way of saying ‘we’re too lazy to deal with actual humans’. I saw this coming, mind you. All those fancy graphics programs, the virtual reality nonsense. It was always about replacing the real with the fake. And these ‘real-life peers’ having ‘opinions’? What are they gonna do? Protest with punch cards? This whole industry has gone soft. Soft as a floppy disk left in the sun.
The Digital Dystopia is Upon Us
They talk about ‘talent agencies interested in signing Norwood’. Signing a program? What are they going to sign it with? A USB stick? This is the logical conclusion of all this digital malarkey. We started with computers to make our lives easier, to calculate faster, to store data. Now, they’re not just tools, they’re actors. They’re going to be our friends, our lovers, our everything. And we’ll be left staring at screens, forgetting how to actually talk to another person. It’s a dystopian novel unfolding right before our eyes, only no one’s reading the damn book.
Remember when we used to build things? Tangible things? Computers used to be these impressive, clunky machines you could almost feel working. Now, it’s all ethereal. A cloud, they call it. A cloud. Like we’re all just floating around in some digital ether, controlled by algorithms and fake smiles. And this ‘Tilly Norwood’ is just another cog in that machine, another perfectly rendered illusion to distract us from the fact that we’re slowly losing our grip on reality. I preferred it when the only acting a computer did was calculating pi to a million decimal places.
The Good Old Days (Before the Pixels Took Over)
It’s not just the acting, you see. It’s everything. These phones, these tiny little supercomputers in everyone’s pockets. They used to be for talking. Now, they’re for staring. Everyone’s glued to them, thumbing away at who knows what. No one looks up. No one actually sees anything. And this ‘AI actress’ is just another symptom of the disease. Another perfectly curated, perfectly bland piece of content to fill the endless void of the internet.
I miss the days when you had to actually think to get something done with a computer. Command line, you know? It made you engage. It made you understand. Now, it’s all just point and click, and ‘let the AI do it’. Well, what happens when the AI is everything? When it’s doing the acting, the writing, the thinking? We’ll all just be glorified spectators, watching the machines perform our lives for us. And frankly, that’s a damn depressing thought. Give me a green screen and a text editor any day over this ‘Tilly Norwood’ nonsense. At least then you knew who was actually doing the work.