What is the dust who is a assassin for Heilos like?
cynical but much mellower than you’d expect, since Helios keeps him levelled out with positivity. when his LV does become too much to handle anyway, he’s sent out on missions to get rid of dissidents. he doesn’t like being ordered around and finds Helios incredibly grating and hates all the admiration he gets… but also Dust sticks around with his head down for the free food, shelter, and the secret hope that making AUs positive by Helios’ orders will repent for all the bad he’s done. he’s only good for killing, right? so he may as well use that for the “greater good”. but if you ask he’d definitely imply it’s just for the LV.
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want to give my two cents on the AI usage in the maestro trailer--
i think seventeen doing a whole concept that is anti-AI is very cool, especially as creatives themselves i think it's good that they're speaking up against it and i hope it gets more ppl talking about the issue. i also understand on a surface level the artistic choice (whether it was made by the members, the mv director, or whoever else), to directly use AI in contrast to real, human-made visuals and music in order to criticize it. i also appreciate that they clearly stated the intention of the use of AI at the beginning of the video
however, although i understand it to an extent, i do not agree with the choice to use AI to critique AI. one of the main ethical concerns with generative AI is that it is trained on other artists' work without their knowledge, consent, or compensation. and even when AI generated images are being used to critique AI, it still does not negate this particular ethical concern
the use of AI to critique also does not negate the fact that this is work that could have been done by an actual artist. i have seen some people argue that it's okay in this context because it's a critique specifically about AI, and it is content that never would have been done by a real artist anyway because it doesn't make sense for the story they're trying to tell. but i disagree. i think you can still tell the exact same story without using AI
and in fact, i would argue that it would make the anti-AI message stronger if they HAD paid an artist to draw/animate the scenes that are supposed to represent AI generated images. wouldn't it just be proof that humans can create images that are just as bad and nonsensical and soulless as AI, but that AI can't replicate the creativity and beauty and basic fucking anatomy that's in human-made art?
it feels very obvious this was not just a way to cut corners and costs like a lot of scummy people are using AI for. ultimately it was a very intentional creative decision, i just personally think it was a very poor one. and even if some ethical considerations were taken into account before this decision, i certainly don't think all of them were. at the very least i feel like the decision undermines the message they want to convey
i would also like to recognize that i myself am not an artist, and i have seen some artists that are totally on board with the use of AI in this specific context, so clearly this is not a topic that is cut and dry. but generative AI is still new, and i think it's important to keep having these conversations
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Dincember 2023 - Day 6: Gift
His mother used to say he was special. Which didn’t mean much, she was his mother after all, and he never really understood what she meant.
Din was not special. He was no handsome and no oddity. His nose was slightly too big, and his eyes didn’t look like anything inspiring. He wasn’t good at talking. He wasn’t always really good at thinking. His teacher sure thought he wasn’t much good at either. His name wasn’t important, no more than his father’s and his mother’s, which he had forgotten a long time ago. He wasn’t exceptionally generous, or creative, he wasn’t even annoying enough to be remembered.
He was a good fighter. Skilled and precise, even if not always elegant. He was a good hunter. Careful and calculated, patient for the most part. His face was concealed, hidden under the flawless work of the Armorer. People found him useful, and he figured that was enough.
Then he found a wrinkled green child in an abandoned pod.
His òma talked a lot about magic and ghosts. She firmly believed in everything Din never did. He always found her a little bit strange. But every day that passed, every time Grogu pulled out a new trick out of his sleeve, the man could almost hear her croaky voice chuckling all smug at his ignorance being challenged over and over again.
Weeks passed, then turned into months who morphed into habit, into a whole new life still shy and uncertain. They met people, helped most of them. Slowly, things got weirder.
People smiled at Din. They shook his hand and patted his pauldrons in thanks, in reverence. The looks appeased, less children were cradled closer to their parents as he passed by. He began to get recognized by others than bounty hunters.
They built a home. Small but warm and solid, alone in the Nevarro flats, with their own tree in the yard and a little bit of peace seeping between the walls. Grogu got his own room and spent months before he finally slept whole night in it. Din had a real kitchen for the first time since he was still in red robes, and discovered he didn’t hate cooking.
They built a life. That little life once all shaky grew roots. Din travelled for jobs, Grogu oftentimes followed him, sometimes didn’t. They visited friends some days, mourned the ones they had lost some nights. They had visitors. Some only passed by, some stayed, and that was another story in its own curious self. Grogu didn’t grow much, but Din grew grayer.
When he turned 50 and Grogu 61, the patches on his jaw had turned white and the child was only a few inches taller, and he began to worry.
When he turned 60 and Grogu 71, the creases around his eyes dug deeper into his skin and the child talked his ears off everyday, and he tried to ignore the constant ringing in his ears.
When he turned 70 and Grogu 81, he could still follow the kid around, but Grogu would always be ahead.
When he turned 80 and Grogu 91, they stop travelling, and he realized, he was getting tired.
When he turned 90 and Grogu 101, he felt no longer like a warrior, and he knew his child was no longer a child.
His time would come eventually, like it was always meant to. Every night until then, he would tuck Grogu into bed, then it would be the other way around, and every time he thanked the stars for the priceless gift he had been given, that blessing disguised in green ears and impossibly deep eyes.
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