Freelance illustrator Huang Yiyi was given a deadline to move out by her landlord, and the shared house she signed in a hurry actually lived with senior Wang An, who had been missing for many years and moved out without a word. She recognized the young man who pulled her pigtails and gave her nicknames at a glance, but he only politely asked her, "Is he another tenant?" And finally added, "You know, he looks familiar."
What's even more terrible is that this industry giant who makes AI painting engines, the machine that "produces pictures in three minutes" that he built by himself, is eating up her job one by one. She stayed up all night for three days, but she couldn't get through it for three minutes.
One is a tough talker, the other is a mean talker, and as soon as two copies of the shared tenancy contract are signed, the life of a frivolous person begins. Noisy, noisy, from sharing a living room to sharing a pot of hot soup, no one knows what day or which old thing the person he doesn't recognize and the apology he can't say will collide with each other.
When AI meets truth, when efficiency meets craftsmanship, and the AI you made takes away my job, what do you, as a person, do in return?
Concept: What AI cannot copy is called craftsmanship, and what time cannot be stolen is called love.