What Happens When We Die
I'm sure that's what it's gonna be. I'm sure that's what it's gonna be. Like, I'm sure in 20 years I'll be able to scan my face— not even scan, take a picture of Natalie, take a picture of Ilya, and take a picture of me and be like, quickly generate a movie where we're going to, to, uh, to Colombia to collect cocaine from like a top narco. And it'll make a movie Yeah. In fucking 10 minutes. And we'll watch an hour and a half movie that we just came up with and we'll be like, make it entertaining and make it action-packed. Yeah. And the movie will be done. Like, that's fucking crazy. It's— everybody's fucked. I do think like if you're a painter though, like I don't care how good a painting is, I think the exciting part is it's made by a human. But I don't think I'm gonna share that same attachment to a film made by a human or a song made by a human. Like if I'm at the club and I'm drunk, I don't care if it's a good song, I'm dancing to it. I'm not gonna be like, wait, this one's AI. Like, you know what I mean?