Next he’ll say it’s somehow your fault for not having literal godsight and perfectly predicting which girls you looked at ten years ago would either be dev favorites or get supplanted by new girls who would also be even bigger dev favorites (like Raziel did).

I think the best compromise going forward is to basically bar AI from commercial use altogether. Private use and hobbyism is fine but it should be strictly kept out of commercial works and products.

Song: cometh the hour, opus A
>Cometh the Hour of our reckoning, we will be >ready
>Cometh the Man who will fight beside me and >be steady
>Cometh the Angel, the messenger from Hell we dreaded
>Cometh the Devil's disciples, so we must be ready
>Cometh the Hour of our reckoning, we will be ready (My heart is strong, my faith goes on)
>Cometh the Man who will fight beside me and be steady (but if my world is threatened)
>Cometh the Angel, the messenger from Hell we dreaded (I'll fight the fight, they'll pay the price)
>Cometh the Devil's disciples, so we must be ready (their blood will flow with vengeance!)
>Cometh the Hour of our reckoning, we will be ready (The dogs of war will rip apart)
>Cometh the Man who will fight beside me and be steady (hostility unbounded)
>Cometh the Angel, the messenger from Hell we >dreaded (And to the end our guns will roar)
>Cometh the Devil's disciples, so we must be >ready (until the enemy is)
>Crushed to the point of no return
>Beg for mercy, scum of Satan
>Lucifer's a corpse in waiting!
>Cometh the Hour of our reckoning, we will be >ready (My heart is strong, my faith goes on)
>Cometh the Man who will fight beside me and >be steady (but if my world is threatened)
>Cometh the Angel, the messenger from Hell we >dreaded (I'll fight the fight, they'll pay the price)
>Cometh the Devil's disciples, so we must be >ready (their blood will flow with vengeance!)
>Cometh the Hour of our reckoning, we will be >ready (The dogs of war will rip apart)
>Cometh the Man who will fight beside me and >be steady (hostility unbounded)
>Cometh the Angel, the messenger from Hell we >dreaded (And to the end our guns will roar)
>Cometh the Devil's disciples, so we must be >ready (until the enemy is)
>Crushed to the point of no return
>Beg for mercy, scum of Satan
>Lucifer's a corpse in waiting!
>Crushed to the point of no return
>Beg for mercy, scum of Satan
>Lucifer's a corpse in waiting!