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AI × Copyright × Ideology: The Post‑Civilization Era Set in Motion by SEEDANCE 2.0
Regarding the recent backlash against SEEDANCE 2.0 from NAFCA, the MPA, SAG-AFTRA, the DGA, and other organizations, here are my thoughts. Let me start with the essentials: 1. You can never make someone who fundamentally rejects the concept of copyright understand what copyright is, or why it exists. 2. The worship of power—military, political, financial—makes people ignore every rule, because if you win, you get to rewrite history. 3. AI × humans × mass‑production tools =


As an author, I created two AI『gu』: one that obeys me, and one that judges me.
『gu』, derived from an ancient sorcery concept, refers to a ritual‑bred entity created for obedience or judgment. This article contains no lengthy exposition—only two prompts. The first is the “ Prime Directive ”, a rule that governs the opening of any new conversation and is designed to maximize the AI’s usable capabilities. The second is the “ Working Principle ”, which ensures the AI outputs the most objective and reliable analytical judgments possible, allowing it to eval
VESSEL - Extinction Countdown 914: Eighteen Thousand Aspects
“Sister Yi Qing’s all mushy, ugh…” At some point, the black cat Hong Lin poked her head out from Ye Shisan’s backpack. She barely got...
VESSEL - Extinction Countdown 915: Primal Sword Art
“Your strange arm wields an ancient technique—so ancient, even I nearly failed to recognize it. If I’m right, the formation it executed...
VESSEL - Extinction Countdown 916: Eye Technique: Azure Dust
As a former member of Fireseed Corps under Zhang Dulao, Yi Qing earned the moniker “Azure Eye” for the unique eye she bore since birth....
VESSEL - Extinction Countdown 917: Weeping Valley Tales
Weeping Valley, a vast basin cradled between rugged peaks, spans dozens of square kilometers. Shrouded in perpetual gloom and mist, its...
VESSEL - Extinction Countdown 918: Yin Beast Ensnaring Dragon
“Ye Shisan!” A clear voice rang out, followed by a sweet warmth from his fingertips. Yi Qing gripped Ye Shisan’s hand tightly, her eyes...
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