Listen up, you drooling tech-worshipping zombies, because here we go again with the latest abomination from the bowels of the AI overlords – those code-slinging vampires sucking the life out of everything decent and spitting it back as viral vomit. Robin Williams, that manic genius who lit up the screen like a firecracker up God’s arse before offing himself in 2014 at 63, is now being puppeted around in deepfake hell by these generative ghouls. And his daughter Zelda – yeah, the one directing horror flicks like Lisa Frankenstein because apparently real life isn’t scary enough – has had it up to her eyeballs with this digital grave-robbing. She’s blasting out on Instagram: “Please, just stop sending me AI videos of Dad. Stop believing I wanna see it or that I’ll understand, I don’t and I won’t.” And if you’re trolling? “I’ve seen way worse, I’ll restrict and move on. But please, if you’ve got any decency, just stop doing this to him and to me, to everyone even, full stop. It’s dumb, it’s a waste of time and energy, and believe me, it’s NOT what he’d want.”
Oh, but she doesn’t stop there, you filthy enablers. Zelda rips into the whole rotten core: “To watch the legacies of real people be condensed down to ‘this vaguely looks and sounds like them so that’s enough’, just so other people can churn out horrible TikTok slop puppeteering them is maddening. You’re not making art, you’re making disgusting, over-processed hotdogs out of the lives of human beings, out of the history of art and music, and then shoving them down someone else’s throat hoping they’ll give you a little thumbs up and like it. Gross. And for the love of EVERYTHING, stop calling it ‘the future,’ AI is just badly recycling and regurgitating the past to be re-consumed. You are taking in the Human Centipede of content, and from the very very end of the line, all while the folks at the front laugh and laugh, consume and consume.” Human Centipede? Spot on, princess – these AI pricks are chaining us all together in a loop of recycled excrement, and the tech bros at the head are cackling while counting their billions.
This ain’t Zelda’s first rodeo in this circus of horrors. Back in 2023, she backed the Screen Actors Guild’s war on AI, ranting: “I’ve witnessed for YEARS how many people want to train these models to create/recreate actors who cannot consent, like Dad. This isn’t theoretical, it is very very real. I’ve already heard AI used to get his ‘voice’ to say whatever people want and while I find it personally disturbing, the ramifications go far beyond my own feelings. These recreations are, at their very best, a poor facsimile of greater people, but at their worst, a horrendous Frankensteinian monster, cobbled together from the worst bits of everything this industry is, instead of what it should stand for.” Frankensteinian monster? Understatement, love – it’s a shambling corpse of creativity, stitched from stolen souls and powered by the greed of outfits like OpenAI, whose new Sora 2 app is churning out this slop faster than a junkie hits the pipe.
We’re talking fake ads for Apple, phony awards chit-chat with Betty White’s ghost, and a flood of copyrighted crap from SpongeBob to South Park – all because these free-to-use apps let any basement-dwelling moron play god with the dead. And the companies? OpenAI’s Varun Shetty mumbles some bullshit about “working with rights holders to block characters” and takedown forms, but no blanket opt-outs for the little people. Meanwhile, deepfakes are everywhere: Scarlett Johansson warning about the “imminent dangers” after her face got slapped on anti-Kanye rants, or Neil Finn from Crowded House disclaiming a scam ad about his limp dick. It’s not art; it’s a plague, a pornographic, political, scammy nightmare profiteering off grief while unions like SAG scream into the void.
Here we are in 2025, and the future’s just a regurgitated past, force-fed back to us by algorithms that couldn’t create an original thought if you wired them to a lightning rod. Zelda’s right – stop doing this to the dead, to the living, to all of us. But will they? Hell no, because the bastards always need more data, more clicks, more cash. Me? I’m spiking my eyeballs with whatever’s left in the medicine cabinet to blur this nightmare.
Wake up; the real monsters are the ones coding your chains.
Stay filthy, you bastards.
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