I scold the skinwalker for wasting his talents trying to get a subpar meal instead of taking up acting. He internalizes this advice, and after eating me travels to Hollywood, where his shapeshifting and perfect mimicry ignite a legal and ethical firestorm around stolen roles that makes the current arguments about AI look tame.
I scold the skinwalker for wasting his talents trying to get a subpar meal instead of taking up acting. He internalizes this advice, and after eating me travels to Hollywood, where his shapeshifting and perfect mimicry ignite a legal and ethical firestorm around stolen roles that makes the current arguments about AI look tame.
Prologue: Magic died at the 1851 Great Exhibition in London after a precise photograph of the Moon was recorded, seen, and accepted as reality by the general public. Now, with the emergence of generative AI, diffusion models have loosened the public’s hold on reality, magic, and all the associated rewriting of history, is reëmerging.
ooo, i haven’t read galland and i enjoy stephenson