What is more serious, more globally terrifying and modern than the epidemic of deepfakes ? We saw it coming. She’s there. Russians, Americans, Chinese send cybernetic deep fakes across each other’s faces and, from now on, it’s their glamorous side, full of artificial intelligence. AI is to video what quantum physics is to the philosophy of Michel Onfray: it explains everything.
It was Dora who informed me of the affair of the deepfake Taylor Swift porn. She showed me the video on her cell phone. I must say that I found it strong, technically I am speaking. I still prefer them deepfakes on the other Swift (Jonathan), an unsurpassable master of dysmorphic delusions. THE deepfake Porn is perhaps not the noblest reason to love an artist, but I admit that I loved Polnareff even more the day the poster appeared where he showed his buttocks. Certainly, big difference, it seems that it was really his buttocks. However, the result is the same, the deepfake de Taylor has done more for her fame than her “friendship bracelets” for which she has made herself the global ambassador, and the favorite lobbyist of the pearl-stringing industry.
When Dora informed me of Taylor Swift’s stratospheric celebrity numbers, I felt out of place, which is not a bad feeling. Especially when I think of the billions of Earthlings who have their feet on the ground and who watch kitten videos over and over again. Among them are millions of Taylor fans who, scandalized by the broadcast of this deepfakeorganize the counter-offensive supposed to drown the atrocious video under millions of videos where the singer shows her real bare legs on stage.
We also know the reaction of Biden, who promised to do everything to prevent this. But can we trust him, he who could do nothing against the deepfakes that Donald Trump has been broadcasting for years and years?
I would like to know the reaction of the disinterested principal, Taylor Swift herself. No one, to my knowledge, has yet questioned her about this, or she has refused to answer. Frustrated, I did what one generally does in such cases: I used my natural intelligence to, listen carefully, try to put myself in his place. And I got there. I saw myself in the most scabrous positions, surrounded by fabulous creatures all dedicated to my sexual satisfaction. My hair had grown back, that’s not a detail, my skin had tightened, I was nothing but pointiness and turgidity, finally sexy and super efficient, getting off as much as I gave, and then, having exhausted all my fantasies, I opened my eyes. Dora was there, questioning me, her eyebrow in a circumflex accent: “So, what was that deep forgery like? Do you feel as if you had been raped? Furious, disgusted, scandalized or reviled to death?”
None of that, actually. Transubstantiation had not worked. It was then that from the depths of my memory a little music was heard, I knew this thing, it was the Irish ballad from Bourvil, wonderful Bourvil: “What can it matter? What can it do? You sleep next to me…”
Two hours later, Dora told me that two environmental activists had thrown organic soup on The Mona Lisa. More precisely, on the glass which protects The Mona Lisa. She saw others. We remember in particular that it was stolen on August 21, 1911 and that it was not found until two and a half years later. What Dora taught me is that during her absence, the Louvre insisted on leaving her location empty. Well, imagine that the number of visitors has doubled. They stood there, ecstatic, contemplating nothing. We owe this founding act of conceptual art not to an artist but to this phenomenon of stupidization of the masses that we call celebrity. What can it do ?
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