A Paranoid Android in Toy Town

“Please could you stop the noise? I’m trying to get some rest”

Welcome to my favourite toy town in all the world and world heritage accredited site Ironbridge, 15th May 2024 (Author’s Collection)

I was in a devilish mood last evening as I prepared for bed and upon seeing the following question(s) in a Twitter post, I simply had to reply.

Here were the innocent questions:

“Do you have “a thing” as a writer? Type of character, setting, plot element, or tone that pervades your work?”

and here’s my terse, if truthful, reply:

“My “thing” is utter balderdash and bunkum that also rips off Hunter S Thompson in a “Gonzo” style whilst fully appreciating that whatever I write will never be read as AI, chatgpt and the machines have won and we’re swimming in their nasty, vacuous effluent. Hope this helps!”

“whilst fully appreciating that whatever I write will never be read as AI, chatgpt and the machines have won and we’re swimming in their nasty, vacuous effluent”.

This ladies and gentlemen, is why I’m such a rip-roaring success on Twitter!

But it’s an ugly truth and another is we are all losing our humanity whilst some of you believe you’re winning by cutting and pasting utter drivel from the internet and passing it off as your own or surrendering all human instincts by getting a chat program to write your articles for you.

What is wrong with you?

Why don’t you just get a brain microchip from Elon Musk and just plug yourself into The Matrix permanently?

Who needs to visit a toy town such as Ironbridge and walk along the River Severn when you can (presumably) just shout into a machine and ask it to write an article on this historic village in central England for you?

Feed some hungry ducks? See relics from a historic past? Appreciate the oldest iron bridge in the world gleaming in some beautiful sunshine? Watch a canoeist flow on by the River Severn of life? Fall into conversation with a gaggle of American tourists? Find favourite spots on the riverside where tourists fear to tread? Take yet more pictures of the “Grand Old Lady”? Listen to the bells from St Luke’s Church? Maybe some fish and chips or a pork pie, or some sweets from the “Old Fashioned Sweet Shop”?

OK I’m lucky enough to live 15 minutes from Ironbridge but wherever I look on Medium is the same old churned out rubbish in the same format, style and obviously generated either via machine or a machine like human who’s copied and pasted this trash from someone else.

“God loves his children
God loves his children, yeah”

So Radiohead end their 6 minute behemoth song “Paranoid Android”.

What a crying shame that God’s children have become children of The Matrix, and we’re swimming in their nasty, vacuous effluent.

This ladies and gentlemen, is why I’m such a rip-roaring success on Medium.

"Paranoid Android" by Radiohead - Official Video

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The always busy “Teddy Bear Shop” in beautiful Ironbridge.

In the vein of Jurassic Park - “Life finds a way” and a railway viaduct from another time and another century.

After the incessant rain of recent days, the sunshine has returned to central England.

A room with a view (inside the “Museum of the Gorge) (Part 1)

A room with a view (inside the “Museum of the Gorge) (Part 2)

The Severn Warehouse now “The Museum of the Gorge” (Part 1)

The Severn Warehouse now “The Museum of the Gorge” (Part 2)

Sings — “messing about on the river”.

The “Coracle Man” of Ironbridge.

My favourite view of my spiritual home of Ironbridge.

A bridge with a view (Part 1)

A bridge with a view (Part 2)

A bridge with a view (Part 3)

The “Grand Old Lady” of Ironbridge, gleaming in some beautiful sunshine.

(1) My pride and joy. All available via Amazon (Author’s Collection)

(2) My pride and joy. All available via Amazon (Author’s Collection)

Thanks for reading. I hope this message in a bottle in The Matrix finds you well, prospering, and the right way up in an upside down world.

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