While browsing the fediverse I come across more and more accounts that seem … a bit off, a little uncanny. The stuff they post seems random, their comments slightly weird. What’s going on, is the fediverse being overrun by bots? Or am I as a fanatic anti-AI person just losing my mind and seeing the enemy everywhere?

I hate the fact that I now question every interaction that seems a bit off - it seems such a stupid waste of my time and I’m afraid I might just end up blocking real people who happen to express themselves in a strange way - as a neurodivergent person I know how bad I would feel about being ostracized as ‘too strange to be real’. How would you handle this?

  • nutsack@lemmy.dbzer0.comEnglish
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    7 hours ago

    welcome to the beginning of the dead internet. i wonder if it will outlive humanity, bots tweeting at eachother and posting nonsense generated cat food recipes for nobody

    • PartyAt15thAndSummit@lemmy.zip
      3·
      6 hours ago

      Like that 1969 Ray Bradbury story, “Night Call, Collect”, where a man stranded on Mars spends 60 years setting up pre-recorded messages for himself that one day spring into action and eventually start talking to each other.

      Spoiler

      A relay snapped somewhere. The two phone voices were connected, one to the other.
      “Hello, Barton?”
      “Yes, Barton?”
      “Aged twenty-four.”
      “I’m twenty-six. We’re both young. What’s happened?”
      “I don’t know. Listen.”
      The silent room. The old man did not stir on the floor. The wind blew in the broken window. The air was cool.
      “Congratulate me, Barton, this is my twenty-sixth birthday!”
      “Congratulations!”
      The voices sang together, about birthdays, and the singing blew out the window, faintly, faintly, into the dead city.

      • SomeSphinx@lemmy.world
        1·
        6 hours ago

        Ray Bradbury is great. I remember convincing the teacher to do a lesson on there will come soft rains back in the day.