AI companies outsource work to non-synthetic, sentient meat sacks

Companies have started outsourcing Artificial Intelligence work to real people with real intelligence. This is due to the huge costs involved with running AI servers - massive electricity bills and the only cheap cooling water being mainly sewage.

Out of work artists are reluctantly hand drawing awful, unsettling, blurred images with disfigured hands to sell to AI companies, to see if they match any of the weird user requests. There is a huge, bigly market for Trump images of him doing brave and nice things because there are no real images available.

Desperate musicians are creating just-off copies of work that are incredibly polished and follow all the right harmonies and specific key changes required to be a pleasant and forgettable massive hit. For which they get paid a tiny amount of money.

And backstreet authors and underground screenwriters are furiously writing generic Christmas movies and repetitive advertisements that are bland and comforting and do not have any of that tell-tale originality or uniqueness. This hugely difficult task is slowly becoming easier, as more and more of the same stuff is just repeated.

An AI Company CEO, a distinctly unlikeable group of letters, was surprised that there were so many talented work units available, and had no idea where all these easily exploitable content providers had come from.

Picture credit: Wix AI ...yes, actual AI, and not a person...

How to grow tomatoes on a cramped tour bus. By me, Liam f**kin’ Gallagher

Touring takes it out of you, man. If you want fresh fruit and veg, you’re gonna have to grow your own on a big bus cramped with sweaty dickheads.

First of all you have to remember the tomato is a vine native to South America, it likes it hot and humid. No f**kin’ euphemisms please.

Right! Make sure you’ve got the right growin’ material. Most of you lot will have set up weed farms in your mam’s loft before now, so you know where to get the shit from. If the coach driver gets a bit f**kin’ ‘5-0’ on ya, tell him they’re not actually growbags from Homebase, they’re weed cakes. He’ll be fine, coz he knows he’ll get a cut.

Now, don’t get f**kin’ poncey with your seed varieties. Gardener’s Delight is a good all-rounder, like Jackie Grealish. Little cherry tomatoes are good for snackin’, but f**kin’ rubbish for sarnies and chuckin’ at paparazzi. And your big, fat f**kin’ beefsteaks are only good for mushin’ up into pasta sauce if you’ve gat a w*nky brother that thinks he can cook, or slicin’-up to hula-hoop on your cock when you’re bored and off your t*ts.

Don’t get all weepy either if f**k all’s happenin’ ten minutes after you’ve sowed the seeds. They’ll take a week or so to germinate, so chill your boots, man. When they do, give them as much light as possible during the day, alright? Even when you spark-up, do it over the little plants, but don’t drop f**kin’ hot rocks on them, like a knobhead, yeah?

Keep the plants hydrated. If you’ve used all the water on the bus washin’ your dirty kex, use lager, but let it go flat as a f**kin’ Coldplay album first, toms don’t like their lager fizzy, ok? And don’t give ‘em none of that craft ale shit. You don’t want your beefsteaks actually tastin’ of f**kin’ beef, or whatever shit that’s made from. Trust me, I’ve been there, lol.

Use old roaches to support the stems when brittle and easily damaged, like our kid’s ego. And as the main stems grow, use the drummer’s sticks to support them, that f**ker’s always too mashed to notice. He plays with wooden spoons most gigs.

Using the soil as an ashtray is fine, there’s vital minerals in ash. Just watch out for roadies having a Jodrell in there. You don’t want any of their Neanderthal DNA mutating your crop of plum toms into lookin’ like their actual f**kin’ hairy b*stard plums, for f**k’s sake.

Enjoy your crop, man. Next week I’ll be doing spuds in the sesspit under the bog. At ease. LG out. X

Photo by Rafael Corrêa on Unsplash

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