Creatives, Developers, Agency Owners with their value robbed without hope:
Fight Against AI
You are stressed about AI. Or you're oblivious.
You are caught between how to compete against one-person agencies of agents and the prospect of letting your employee of ten years go.
In between sales pitches and being pitched…
Ceaseless—like your 24-month plans, tried and tried again.
First, I will empathize with you by saying that I couldn’t handle the stress. It broke me. The best answer I had on August 4, 2024, was to sell my company and leave my team behind. R.I.P. R\nd.
When I left, I said I would “come back and save them…”
I cried. I tried. I lied.
After 12 months of careful reading of the situation and a healthy dose of reality, I recognize that the iron beast of progress will not stop what’s coming.
Resistance is futile.
I have a plan.
I propose a solution so unlikely to succeed.
My faith compels me—vainly though I thrust.
Like any star that comes to an end, the most appropriate end is an explosion—not a whimper.
I weep when I think of the whimper of the isolated anguish of identity loss - that was me for about 7 months.
And then the despair of knowing we could have done something in this time to end suffering (or reduce the suffering during transition) - me the last 5 months.
I weep to think of my impotence. Though this is where Christ’s strength is revealed.
If you believe that I’m sincere, then trust that my issue isn’t the idea(s)—it’s the team to take it to the edge. An atomic team eager to create an economic explosion.
One who ideally likes good poetry.
If you are still with me, then you deserve to know what we can do. I will not send a follow-up. This is not AI-generated. I own my poor grammar as a sign of my humanity.
What?
I propose a series of AI domains and social movements that are open-sourced to loudly awaken the masses and transform a post-labor economy.
I acknowledge that none of these are new ideas or likely to succeed, given that they confront 170 years of industrial mechanisms, social training, and every fiber of your being.
There is a pleasant industriousness creating systems to deconstruct systems.
Headless—and against my OCD ADHD Perfection seeking lust—I propose:
I possess and need people to take from me (yes, take from me). The catch is that your mission will go from being an advertising agency to the agency that creates and launches the economic models of agency (ha!):
- endwork.ai
- sharewith.ai
- communitygardens.ai
- endsuffering.ai
I'm working on making these make more sense but you can see my lecture series.
My role? Just let me watch you succeed and guide from the rear. I no longer possess the mental capacity or desire to extract economic extortion from helpless consumers using algorithmic manipulation.
In exchange for your leadership and your team’s full-time dedication and scaling of these domains and good causes, I will also provide for your team several lucrative domains and business concepts that should be trivial for any competent advertising agency to make successful. My ask is that you are willing to risk it.
- marketingwith.ai (possible marketing landing page)
- instagator.ai (pre-built concept and mobile app)
- verifygo.ai (human authentication AI concept)
- aproximal.ai (Internet 4.0 interface)
Yes, this is real. Yes, I know this doesn’t make sense.
But why ask a marketing agency to do this? LOL.
In every blockbuster end-of-the-world movie, there are scenes where Morgan Freeman is surrounded by his best advisors and they're crafting some plan to save the world.
Your agency possesses a handful of diverse, talented people that are already tightly knitted together. If your organization is healthy, then you have the finances and people to invest in these AI systems and the access to people to start influence campaigns.
You be Morgan Freeman.
Given that these softwares will effectively be created to put many industries out of business—perhaps even yourself included—then it feels to me like a clever homage to the company I lost… my precious R\nd… to ask another agency to save the world from the apocalyptic doom associated with every scheme soon to be found in the loud, answerless silence of any form of government.