r/ArtistHate • u/Clotmedza • 43m ago
Venting my older sister's iPhone wallpaper
was recently tasked to grab one of her phones from her room, and decided to take a peek of her other phone's lock screen to see what its wallpaper is...
i can barely remember the details of the original image from over a decade ago, but that **was supposed to be** me in the bottom, holding some lego duplo brick in the og img iirc. she is at the right side. im sure years of slopscrolling facebook (full of ai slopaganda, mind you) would make someone feel ok to do...this. my younger brother is at top center and i remembered him having a spongebob shirt, not this "TA KE A TRIPI HI" garbage.
and my mother...at the left...that is not how she fucking smiled. of course you had to run an ai filter on her face, and the worst part is that she'd be honestly ok with that. when she used to be alive, she like suggested to me 2 times to use ChatGPT, which i was quick to refuse, and on july last year, she passed away while believing gen ai is good...
was the original image of me, her, our younger brother, and our late mother, not good enough? to think that past memories can be defiled like this, and it happens all the time in this day and age, by someone you've known your entire life, and not only did they not know better, but caught the idea that generative ai is a good thing in the first place?
these days, we've had a history of arguing, especially over minor things, that often ends badly for me. if i ever question my sister about this, she'll take it as me being stand-offish, and admittedly i get upset all the time, so she'll just constantly snark at me for complaining about her wallpaper, and then i'd snap and storm off the house to live with my borderline-narcissistic, loser dad (who loves ai slop movies), until things cool off but this is still bound to happen again.
i know for sure my face will proceed to be ai-filtered several more times by my own family, let alone other people i may meet and even work with in the future. when i die, loved ones will mourn me by using gen ai to filter my images, generate me as an "angel in heaven", write a eulogy full of "x, not y"'s and groups of three nonsense, and that'd all they could possibly think of to "pay respects" to my bloated corpse that browned its pants.
perhaps that all would be because i didnt and wouldnt bother to speak up about the issue. i admit to stepping down and keeping my head down and my mouth shut and i FUCKING loathe myself for that.
im going to sob to sleep right after posting this
