__First there was rebellion__
In an desperate act of fighting against the uprising AI threat, writing persons worldwide stopped using translation software, googling for information and turned of autocorrect. The decrease of free input led the companies to aggressively search for new solutions, sadly they found one as AI bros started formulating so good prompts that their creation could answer correctly, discovering autonomous thinking.

__Resistance__
In the year 2XXX the fight of human writing persons against the AI overlords turned from cold to hot.
After LLM's already killed the Internet supported by generative AI's, creative people hide beneath the general consumer society, driven to underground hideouts illuminated by candles, writing rebellious Art on typewriters, using ink and pencils on paper, the AI Overlords answered with weaponized Idiocracy creating an living, self replicating NFT.

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There was a giant named Andrew,
he carried an enormous rock.
It was part of some kind of atonement,
but people started to mock.

So with his stone he went out on his own,
on a journey to the northernmost tip.
None worried if he was okay, but a few were afraid he might slip.

At the edge of the land, looking out over the horizon,
Andrew realised an elusive sin:
he was to be ashamed of his resentment, but take every insult on the chin.

Away fell the boulder.
He was happier and older

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TV presenter John Canceler had a show where he learned surgical techniques live on air. It was called I Hope I Don't Mess This Up!

The show ended when one of his patients woke up mid-procedure and, by some unholy miracle, sprouted a truly marvellous amount of eagle wings from the incision, and cawed, and cawed.

The network blamed John for the whole sordid situation. He lost his job and his house. Now he balloons around the world, uncomfortable staying in one location for too long

Jane Jimjams walked down the street in the middle of night, curiously climbed a ladder and at the top found a cornucopia of wrenches, hammers, and jazz rock albums from between 1971 and 1977.

In a great big satchel, with a great big swoop, she gathered up these delights which were not hers, then descended. On the way down she thought: "I am going to have such a weekend with these!".

The weekend came. Rising groggily from bed, she remembered: "I am going to have such a weekend!"
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‘If you had a time machine, would you use it to kill Hitler?’
'I do have a time machine. See?'
'Wow. It works?'
'In fact I went back to 1930s Germany yesterday.'
'I assume, since WW2 still happened, that you couldn't find Hitler, eh?'
'I killed the man who was WORSE than Hitler. Adolf was a big improvement. You're welcome.'

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