They probably didn't care to check those images in detail.

They'd pick a kebab from a menu of professionally made kebab pictures the printer has in stock. Or worse, they'd take pics of their own plated food with a dead-centre point flash in a dark cupboard or something and you end up with awful-looking food, no matter how good.

For thousands of years people would tell embellished stories and humanity thrived on it. Tall tales and fish stories. Heck, that's still the average person's experience unless they've worked their critical thinking muscles.

Now that we're used to the short thirty year safe space of smartphones and internet - a temporary meta stability - we're complaining that the physical world is amenable to storytelling and imagination once again.

Cry me a river. Because this is awesome and this is everything I wanted the future to be. I wanted to graduate into the world that is emerging now rather than spend the first third of my career in incrementalism.

2008 - 2020 sucked. AI is healing things. It's taking us back to a creative world without shitty platforms controlling what we say, do, and reach.

It feels like every day we're unwrapping a new present. Not small things, but reality shattering things that fill me with inspiration to build and explore. It's so much fun.

Except you need to have taken a photo of the unmade bed, uploaded it to ChatGPT, prompted for the 'fake made bed' version, and downloaded the image.

Surely it's less effort to just make the bed?

I challenge OpenAI to put a "your carbon footprint" field next to each generation. If you have nothing to hide, more information is surely better, right?