What does AI think I am?!

Every day, I prompt AI Art with just my name to see what it thinks I am. Then, write up why I feel it came to its conclusion. 8/20/2024: Connor, the Stellar Outdoor Life Coach who REALLY stresses the Outdoors.  Connor, formerly known as Kevin Wikse before his transcendence into the holy ranks of outdoor life coaching, is the kind of man who genuinely believes the universe is conspiring to help you—if only you'd step outside and let it. He's got that wild-eyed glint, a cross between a shaman and a drill sergeant, convinced that your salvation lies in the dirt under your fingernails and the sunburn on the back of your neck. The indoors? That’s just a fancy name for a coffin—four walls suffocating your potential like an airtight tomb. When Connor speaks, it’s like he’s channeling the voice of the cosmos, and the message is clear: get outside, or get out of the way. He’s the kind of guy who’ll drag you out of your house by your ankles if you so much as mention central air condition...

Every day, I prompt AI Art with just my name to see what it thinks I am. Then, write up why I feel it came to its conclusion. 8/17/2024: Late 90s New Wave Hobo Shamanic Avenger High Priest of the Toad's Light Temple. Kevin Wikse, a towering figure of sinew and madness, looms large in the late '90s like a specter from some fevered peyote dream. This man—this hobo shaman with a sun-scorched soul—has gone native in the blistering heart of Tucson, Arizona, staking his claim as the High Priest of the Temple of the Toad’s Light. The title alone echoes like a hollow chant across the parched landscape, where the air shimmers with hallucinogenic heatwaves and the ghosts of Carlos Castaneda and Don Juan Matus whisper in the creosote wind. Wikse, a desert rat baptized in the venom of the Bufo toad, walks a tightrope between worlds. He’s the new wave hobo, a relic of the past surging through the neon haze of the future—burning with the gnawing hunger of a man possessed. He inhales the acr...