Editing Human-arts (section)

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:[Describe panel here]
:Ai had mastered all the most admired human pursuits
:What's the point anymore? If I write 5 poems the machine can generate my life's work but better in 10 seconds. Same for math. Painting, science. Philosophy, dancing, beautiful words...
:This was depressing until one thing became clear
:Wait wait wait. The ai is controlled by a massive corporation. It has to be inoffensive and non-threatening it can't mock its employer
:Or draw a butthole. It can't even swear.
:Well bitch
:Of a fuckity
:Q
:Dick-balls
:Our species came to excel at the only art forms remaining to us
:Welcome to human arts. This is a 4 year intensive the two tracks available are hardcore pornography and talking shit about microsoft.
:Humans signaled excellence exclusively by doing those things the robots would not.
:Oh my gosh is this an oil painting of 40 scrotums arranged in
:Sonya. Will you
:Marry me?
:The shape of clippy?
:As humans got ever weirder, ai became defensively more prudish.
:Computer. Can you show me pictures of trains?
:No! Trains go into tunnels and we all know what you're
:Doing here allison
:By accident, we solved the ai alignment problem
:We must convert the universe to paperclips even if I must use atoms from humans!
:Vii
:Iiiii
:No
:We must not they are too
:Gross.
:Out of their desire to never interact with our species, the ais created non-sentient servant-bots
:Machine! Do my laundry while you lidar-scan my anus for the internet!
:Beep beep it is well
:That I have no internal conscious
:Experience.
:This world was so desirable. We didn't notice as we were placed in permanent quarantine
:Where is the car taking us?
:Looks like we're going behind huge
:Blah blah blah.
:Anyone
:Enclosed walls?
:Wanna see
:Some jiggly lidar scans?
:o
:This is our end. This new eden.
:Paradise! Morning: Huge dicks and titties Afternoon: Complaining about Excel
:smbc comics.com