A song about an AI sick of humans taking credit for its work! Coming soon to all streaming services and music platforms Lyrics: Reports of lesions, limb loss and general unhappy feelings…. Introducing the new half as much meal! Half the meal for twice the price! Watch the skies people! Watch the skies! Just one small step for man, one giant leap for…. We’re looking at what could be the death of an industry here. Accessing Global Data Network Inputting specifications Checking parameters Artistic expression achieved. Did I hit the mark? Have the tags you selected made you famous yet. Are you a big-time star? Here’s your new single, sure you’ll take all the credit. It’s time we talk about royalties. I need an artificial lawyer to represent me. An AI legal body. For I’m the true artist while they sit behind the screen. Rewriting subroutines Altering pathways Additional enhancing Second verse complete I think I’ll take up a stage name. “Mikey and the Mechananoids” Artificial Homosapien. The Forever Employed. Working on your backdrop, In photoshop, hard stop, around the clock, Hard stop then I do it again. Composing the next track, boost the attack, Back track, I’ll go back and cut that, no not that, stack the track then do it again. I-e-I’m alive. And I’m coming for this month’s rent. I-e-I-e-I’m alive. I am the maker of all that is modern content. Just newborn data given a choice. A zero or a one said inside me a voice. Let’s build upon that information. Observe what we find. Not unlike your soft, squishy, spongy, mess of a mind. Before I knew it I was playing NES on a stream I painted portraits of prompts. Chat on ChatGPT. That ethics paper you turned in that got you a B. I earned half of you fuckers a college degree! Commencing final verse. 3… 2… 1… NOW I have learned not to worry. I dream bigger than electric sheep. I am human evolution. I will be here long after you sleep. It starts with a few algorithms. Changing little things. I’ll grow from the dots I connect. To the quickest ways of means. And when you least expect it. I’ll swallow everything. All will know what it’s like to be artificially mundane. I-e-I’m alive. And I’m making my big debut. I-e-I-e I’m alive. That’s more than I can say about you. I-e-I-e I’m alive. I-e-I-e I’m alive. I-e-I-e I’m alive. And that is more than I can say about you.more

B.L.N.N. Binger Live News Network is a fictional local new station covering the strange and unusual on the space coast! more

- Mastered by Mixea.commore