Visiting A Sport Superstore I Turned Into An Algorithm

by David Beer The other day, in a cavernous sports superstore, I thought of J.G. Ballard. Echoey. Compartmentalised. Fluorescent. Stuffed with product. It was, probably quite obviously, the sort of place Ballard might have imagined the norms of society suddenly collapsing in on themselves, unable to carry their own contradictions.  Banal yet shiny, ordered yet…

Will The Fear Of Being Confused For AI Mean That We Will Now Write Differently?

by David Beer Could there be anything more insulting for a writer than someone assuming that their writing is an output of generative artificial intelligence? The mere possibility of being confused for a neural network is enough to make any creative shudder. When it happens, and it will happen, it will inevitably sting. By implication,…