Make.

I’m teetering on feeling devastated and feeling perfect fine about the AI “problem”. In one hand, people are people and there will always be folks who care about real stories, art, and humanity. On the other hand, if the cybernetic apocalypse happens what do I make of all of the things I’m doing with my life?

Well, we make the meaning to our own lives. I want to make. I have always wanted to make. I do not remember a time in my entire life I didn’t want to make. So that is what I’ll do. We will persist, because we must.

-kb