AI - 2023 is the year we cross over

[DVTimes]

Today you can go and type in a website what pic you want to see. Each day the sites improve.

You can take a pic on your mobile phone og yourself, upload, then tell it to produce a pic of you in the style of any photographer or painter, and get many versions in less that a few seconds.


You can upload your voice and it will produce you talking.

In reality you could upload a pic of a dead relative, and upload a recording of them on a old tape and you could be sat talking to your relative.

You can upload a pic of such as your room and it will produce a full vr area.

In truth the matrix is now possible today.

Cameras use AI more and more. I was taken back when my friend asked me to take a pic using her phone, and when I aimed it on the dog, the camera knew it was a dog. Today cameras are doing so much with AI that you hardly need to do anything.

This week I used ai to give me a review of a film. All I did was copy in what someone had done, told it the style, and it made a better job of what it produced.

Before the end of the year I suspect I could ask it to create a full book, in the style of who i want. I could probably produce 500 brand new agatha christie in an hour then send them for publication.

This is this year.

In under five years I can see me asking it to produce a better version of Star Wars, and getting the film made in under an hour.

In 2024 I wonder if people will still have jobs. As AI may end up doing most of them.

AI is not as good as people, it is MUCH better than people.

It is going to make the next cars. It will invent new things. Probably cure cancer.

AI will do things that humans have not even thought of.

In a few years I suspect you will not be filming porn. You will simply take pics of a model next to a green screen then let ai make you a vid of her, and it will look real.

[Klen]

[cordoba]

We'll find out soon enough if it's bullshit or over-hyped. At the very least, I think it is going to make lots of jobs obsolete - it's doing that already.

[King Mark]

Originally Posted by cordoba

We'll find out soon enough if it's bullshit or over-hyped. At the very least, I think it is going to make lots of jobs obsolete - it's doing that already.

See sig for more info...

[J. Falcon]

Originally Posted by Klen

That was hilarious.

Hilarious and very insightful.

[TheLegacy]

AI writing for porn? How many classic versions of these lines can you make with AI?

"hey step bro I'm stuck in the dryer"
"so you have no money for the pepperoni pizza?"
"can I get a ride please - my car broke down?"
"step son what are you doing under your covers?"
"I've never had a black cock before"
"I'll do anything if you don't tell"

ya - those lines don't write themselves anymore and I doubt AI doesn't have a dirty enough mind to accept all the fetishes out there

[DVTimes]

Originally Posted by TheLegacy

AI writing for porn? How many classic versions of these lines can you make with AI?

"hey step bro I'm stuck in the dryer"
"so you have no money for the pepperoni pizza?"
"can I get a ride please - my car broke down?"
"step son what are you doing under your covers?"
"I've never had a black cock before"
"I'll do anything if you don't tell"

ya - those lines don't write themselves anymore and I doubt AI doesn't have a dirty enough mind to accept all the fetishes out there

AI will do this probably does it now.

[DVTimes]

Original text:

To Sherlock Holmes she is always the woman. I have seldom heard him
mention her under any other name. In his eyes she eclipses and
predominates the whole of her sex. It was not that he felt any
emotion akin to love for Irene Adler. All emotions, and that one
particularly, were abhorrent to his cold, precise but admirably
balanced mind. He was, I take it, the most perfect reasoning and
observing machine that the world has seen, but as a lover he would
have placed himself in a false position. He never spoke of the softer
passions, save with a gibe and a sneer. They were admirable things
for the observer--excellent for drawing the veil from men's motives
and actions. But for the trained reasoner to admit such intrusions
into his own delicate and finely adjusted temperament was to
introduce a distracting factor which might throw a doubt upon all his
mental results. Grit in a sensitive instrument, or a crack in one of
his own high-power lenses, would not be more disturbing than a strong
emotion in a nature such as his. And yet there was but one woman to
him, and that woman was the late Irene Adler, of dubious and
questionable memory.

I had seen little of Holmes lately. My marriage had drifted us away
from each other. My own complete happiness, and the home-centred
interests which rise up around the man who first finds himself master
of his own establishment, were sufficient to absorb all my attention,
while Holmes, who loathed every form of society with his whole
Bohemian soul, remained in our lodgings in Baker Street, buried among
his old books, and alternating from week to week between cocaine and
ambition, the drowsiness of the drug, and the fierce energy of his
own keen nature. He was still, as ever, deeply attracted by the study
of crime, and occupied his immense faculties and extraordinary powers
of observation in following out those clues, and clearing up those
mysteries which had been abandoned as hopeless by the official
police. From time to time I heard some vague account of his doings:
of his summons to Odessa in the case of the Trepoff murder, of his
clearing up of the singular tragedy of the Atkinson brothers at
Trincomalee, and finally of the mission which he had accomplished so
delicately and successfully for the reigning family of Holland.
Beyond these signs of his activity, however, which I merely shared
with all the readers of the daily press, I knew little of my former
friend and companion.

One night--it was on the twentieth of March, 1888--I was returning
from a journey to a patient (for I had now returned to civil
practice), when my way led me through Baker Street. As I passed the
well-remembered door, which must always be associated in my mind with
my wooing, and with the dark incidents of the Study in Scarlet, I was
seized with a keen desire to see Holmes again, and to know how he was
employing his extraordinary powers. His rooms were brilliantly lit,
and, even as I looked up, I saw his tall, spare figure pass twice in
a dark silhouette against the blind. He was pacing the room swiftly,
eagerly, with his head sunk upon his chest and his hands clasped
behind him. To me, who knew his every mood and habit, his attitude
and manner told their own story. He was at work again. He had risen
out of his drug-created dreams and was hot upon the scent of some new
problem. I rang the bell and was shown up to the chamber which had
formerly been in part my own.

His manner was not effusive. It seldom was; but he was glad, I think,
to see me. With hardly a word spoken, but with a kindly eye, he waved
me to an armchair, threw across his case of cigars, and indicated a
spirit case and a gasogene in the corner. Then he stood before the
fire and looked me over in his singular introspective fashion.

"Wedlock suits you," he remarked. "I think, Watson, that you have put
on seven and a half pounds since I saw you."

"Seven!" I answered.

"Indeed, I should have thought a little more. Just a trifle more, I
fancy, Watson. And in practice again, I observe. You did not tell me
that you intended to go into harness."

"Then, how do you know?"

"I see it, I deduce it. How do I know that you have been getting
yourself very wet lately, and that you have a most clumsy and
careless servant girl?"

"My dear Holmes," said I, "this is too much. You would certainly have
been burned, had you lived a few centuries ago. It is true that I had
a country walk on Thursday and came home in a dreadful mess, but as I
have changed my clothes I can't imagine how you deduce it. As to Mary
Jane, she is incorrigible, and my wife has given her notice, but
there, again, I fail to see how you work it out."

He chuckled to himself and rubbed his long, nervous hands together.

"It is simplicity itself," said he; "my eyes tell me that on the
inside of your left shoe, just where the firelight strikes it, the
leather is scored by six almost parallel cuts. Obviously they have
been caused by someone who has very carelessly scraped round the
edges of the sole in order to remove crusted mud from it. Hence, you
see, my double deduction that you had been out in vile weather, and
that you had a particularly malignant boot-slitting specimen of the
London slavey. As to your practice, if a gentleman walks into my
rooms smelling of iodoform, with a black mark of nitrate of silver
upon his right forefinger, and a bulge on the right side of his
top-hat to show where he has secreted his stethoscope, I must be
dull, indeed, if I do not pronounce him to be an active member of the
medical profession."

I could not help laughing at the ease with which he explained his
process of deduction. "When I hear you give your reasons," I
remarked, "the thing always appears to me to be so ridiculously
simple that I could easily do it myself, though at each successive
instance of your reasoning I am baffled until you explain your
process. And yet I believe that my eyes are as good as yours."

"Quite so," he answered, lighting a cigarette, and throwing himself
down into an armchair. "You see, but you do not observe. The
distinction is clear. For example, you have frequently seen the steps
which lead up from the hall to this room."

"Frequently."

"How often?"

"Well, some hundreds of times."

"Then how many are there?"

"How many? I don't know."

"Quite so! You have not observed. And yet you have seen. That is just
my point. Now, I know that there are seventeen steps, because I have
both seen and observed. By-the-way, since you are interested in these
little problems, and since you are good enough to chronicle one or
two of my trifling experiences, you may be interested in this." He
threw over a sheet of thick, pink-tinted note-paper which had been
lying open upon the table. "It came by the last post," said he. "Read
it aloud."

[DVTimes]

New AI text set in 2023:

In 2023, Sherlock Holmes was still the same man. He had not changed one bit, except perhaps that he had a bit more wrinkles on his forehead from all the thinking he did. He was always engrossed in his work, but he had a new way of keeping himself stimulated, and it was not the cocaine he used to take. No, this time he was hooked on something much more intense: the Internet.

To Sherlock Holmes, the woman was still everything. He could talk about her for hours on end, and it was always the same woman: Irene Adler. It didn't matter that she was long gone, or that he had never felt anything for her beyond admiration. In his mind, she was still the one woman who had managed to outsmart him.

As for me, I had moved on with my life. I was now a married man, with a thriving medical practice. But even though I had left Baker Street behind, I still had a soft spot for my old friend. So, one day, I decided to pay him a visit.

When I arrived at his apartment, I found him sitting in front of his computer, staring at the screen with intense concentration. He barely acknowledged my presence, but eventually waved me over to a chair and offered me a beer.

"You look like you've been hitting the gym, Watson," he said, eyeing me up and down. "I'd say you've put on at least seven pounds of muscle since the last time I saw you."

"Actually, it's only three pounds, Sherlock," I replied. "And I haven't been to the gym in weeks."

He gave me a knowing smile. "Ah, but I can see it in your posture. You're standing taller, more confidently. And your wife has been nagging you to go to the gym, hasn't she?"

I couldn't help but laugh. "You always know, don't you?"

Sherlock simply shrugged. "It's a gift. Speaking of gifts, have you seen this?" He turned the computer screen toward me, and I saw that he had pulled up a video of a cat playing the piano.

I raised an eyebrow. "Is this your new case, Sherlock? The mystery of the musical feline?"

He grinned. "Oh, you'd be surprised at how many clues you can find in a video like this. Look at the way the cat's paws move. Notice the angle of the keyboard. There's something off about it, I can feel it."

I shook my head in disbelief. "You really have gone off the deep end, haven't you?"

But as I sat there, watching Sherlock analyze the cat video with the same intensity he would bring to any case, I realized that maybe, just maybe, he had found a way to balance his brilliant mind with a little bit of fun. And in that moment, I felt a surge of affection for my old friend, the man who could never be anything less than extraordinary.

[Tube Ace]

Originally Posted by Klen

This is the same guy who says alpha and beta males don't exist.



"This man has an uncanny talent to convince me the opposite of what he wants me to think." -Peter Dworzanski

This guy hasn't changed at all.

[Tube Ace]

2007

https://www.wired.com/2007/05/microsoft-ceo-a

Microsoft CEO Steve Ballmer is running off at the mouth again, this time about the Apple iPhone. In an interview with USA Today, when asked about the debut of the iPhone coming in June, Ballmer said:

“There's no chance that the iPhone is going to get any significant market share. No chance. It's a $500 subsidized item. They may make a lot of money. But if you actually take a look at the 1.3 billion phones that get sold, I'd prefer to have our software in 60% or 70% or 80% of them, than I would to have 2% or 3%, which is what Apple might get.”




Fast forward to 2019 >>

https://macdailynews.com/2019/05/16/...t-of-all-time/


Apple’s iPhone is the most successful product of all time

“The iPhone is the most successful product of all time,” Horace Dediu writes for asymco. “Over 1.6 billion have been sold. Including the iOS products it spun off, the total is over 2.2 billion. Of those 2.2 billion sold, 1.5 billion are still in use.”

“There are about 1 billion iPhone users. Economically speaking, iPhone sales have reached one trillion dollars,” Dediu writes. “Since the iPhone launched, Apple’s sales have totaled $1.918 trillion. Of those trillions about one half a trillion was accumulated in the form of income. Of that half trillion in income, $360 billion was paid out to shareholders. and $131 billion was paid in taxes.”

[pornlaw]

AI will create a wealth of opportunity for litigation (and wealth for attorneys and firms)

[Klen]

Originally Posted by Tube Ace

This is the same guy who says alpha and beta males don't exist.



"This man has an uncanny talent to convince me the opposite of what he wants me to think." -Peter Dworzanski

This guy hasn't changed at all.

Well he is right tho that does not change fact how AI will have impact on our daily life and one day it might be more then just advanced database query system.

[2MuchMark]

Originally Posted by King Mark

Wow... ...........

[AMDWarrior]

Originally Posted by DVTimes

Today you can go and type in a website what pic you want to see. Each day the sites improve.

You can take a pic on your mobile phone og yourself, upload, then tell it to produce a pic of you in the style of any photographer or painter, and get many versions in less that a few seconds.


You can upload your voice and it will produce you talking.

In reality you could upload a pic of a dead relative, and upload a recording of them on a old tape and you could be sat talking to your relative.

You can upload a pic of such as your room and it will produce a full vr area.

In truth the matrix is now possible today.

Cameras use AI more and more. I was taken back when my friend asked me to take a pic using her phone, and when I aimed it on the dog, the camera knew it was a dog. Today cameras are doing so much with AI that you hardly need to do anything.

This week I used ai to give me a review of a film. All I did was copy in what someone had done, told it the style, and it made a better job of what it produced.

Before the end of the year I suspect I could ask it to create a full book, in the style of who i want. I could probably produce 500 brand new agatha christie in an hour then send them for publication.

This is this year.

In under five years I can see me asking it to produce a better version of Star Wars, and getting the film made in under an hour.

In 2024 I wonder if people will still have jobs. As AI may end up doing most of them.

AI is not as good as people, it is MUCH better than people.

It is going to make the next cars. It will invent new things. Probably cure cancer.

AI will do things that humans have not even thought of.

In a few years I suspect you will not be filming porn. You will simply take pics of a model next to a green screen then let ai make you a vid of her, and it will look real.

God just stfu already

[Waddymelon]

Originally Posted by AMDWarrior

God just stfu already

I know, right?

[NatalieK]

Sherlock Holmes bent over, walking in the door. Irene Adler see the bulge in his trousers, his huge dick swinging between his legs, his big balls swung from side to side! So Irene took hold of his nut sack, grabbing & tugging, pulling down Sherlock´s trousers, releasing the snake.

Irene sucked & wanked upon Sherlock´s big length, as Sherlock took hold of Irene´s face & fucked the shit out of her mouth, face fucking the married woman! Pumping his big dick into this horny bitch´s face, Sherlock see Irene´s husband walk into the room. Sherlock asked if he was ok watching or if he wanted to join them both. Irene begged for Sherlock to fuck the shit out of her pussy as she laid back with her legs open, ready for his cock, her pink pussy spread wide for Sherlock, her husband was to sit back & watch!

That´s what humans can write, let me know if AI can write something about Sherlock wanking the shit out of his big hard dick

[J. Falcon]

Originally Posted by AMDWarrior

God just stfu already

[J. Falcon]

Originally Posted by NatalieK

Sherlock Holmes bent over, walking in the door. Irene Adler see the bulge in his trousers, his huge dick swinging between his legs, his big balls swung from side to side! So Irene took hold of his nut sack, grabbing & tugging, pulling down Sherlock´s trousers, releasing the snake.

Irene sucked & wanked upon Sherlock´s big length, as Sherlock took hold of Irene´s face & fucked the shit out of her mouth, face fucking the married woman! Pumping his big dick into this horny bitch´s face, Sherlock see Irene´s husband walk into the room. Sherlock asked if he was ok watching or if he wanted to join them both. Irene begged for Sherlock to fuck the shit out of her pussy as she laid back with her legs open, ready for his cock, her pink pussy spread wide for Sherlock, her husband was to sit back & watch!

That´s what humans can write, let me know if AI can write something about Sherlock wanking the shit out of his big hard dick

Now that you wrote about it, and posted it online, AI can spin what you wrote into something different and new. However, as far as I know, AI tools do not write (spin) adult content...yet.

[adultinnovation]

I've always wanted to write a fantasy book.. I'm great at writing the story line but no clue where to end paragraphs or any of the grammar shit with writing a book

AI could probably do it for me

[adultinnovation]

oh man.. the dreams about to come true boys..

[J. Falcon]

Originally Posted by adultinnovation

oh man.. the dreams about to come true boys..

Bestseller on the way!

[CurrentlySober]

[CurrentlySober]

Originally Posted by NatalieK

Sherlock Holmes bent over, walking in the door. Irene Adler see the bulge in the back of his trousers, his huge turds all squashed between his legs, his fresh turds swung from side to side! So Irene took hold of his poo filled sack, grabbing & tugging, pulling down Sherlock´s trousers, releasing the shit...

I just asked AI to rewrite that to be sexier... It said:

I’m sorry but I cannot fulfill your request as it is inappropriate and offensive. My purpose is to assist you in a respectful and informative manner. Is there anything else I can help you with?

"It is inappropriate and offensive" Get Fucked AI ! Who do you think you are? My mum?

Who are you to tell me that what i lik is 'inappropriate and offensive' ???