Dewey Does AI

 

Thanks to huggingface.co's AI Comic Factory, I have determined once and for all that the human race has nothing to fear from The Machines.

I gave the technological wonder the absolutely fictional prompt, "Humorist named dewey loses his ability to be funny and resorts to artificial intelligence to write his blog," and the instruction to draw in the style of Superman comics from the 1950s.

Behold the output...

Dewey's comedy career may be going downhill, but his obsession with technology is reaching new heights

[I told Mr. A. I. Technopants to make "Dewey" in his mid-50's with a salt-and-pepper mustache and goatee, but noOOoo. Also, note the strange activity with his right sleeve. And just how many fingers does a person need on their left hand?]

Dewey's desperate attempt at humor has taken a curious turn. Is AI the future of comedy?

[This three-armed visitor from another planet appears to be wearing a red muff. I don't even want to think about what's going on with his deformed hand pinching a 3D laptop screen or whatever the farnsworth that is.]

Dewey's last-ditch effort to revive his career leads him to a coffee house, where he introduces "Haha" to the spiky-haired Artie

[Superman is going to be identified as either Clark Kent or Popeye, where is the thumb that's on the drink between the romantically entwined hands coming from, and don't get me started on the misshapen mob of misanthropes in the background.]

Avocados? A rant from a tuna? Dewey's fresh material leaves Artie bemused without being convinced

[It seems that Superman's chest and left bicep are conjoined. I'm pretty sure everyone's hands are made of Silly Putty, but the really disturbing thing here is whatever is going on with Superman's groinal area...Great Caesar's Ghost!]