Sylvanna Devlin

…Without stepping on a rug with mud stained shoes – because some things I can legally talk about but shouldn’t.

Mysterious I know. But while most of Portland has heard the latest, there’s so much more I haven’t mentioned. And a few things I finally got too frustrated to hide. Not that I feel like mentioning them again.

So how am I actually doing?

Things are… not good.

Last night I had a “stolen work, shat on work, deleted work” problem. I ended up sobbing, suicidal, and loud. Writing was part of my identity. In the past it was all I did. But now millions of pages of work (I’m not kidding) has been stolen and used to train an AI.

That includes my unpublished partially written work. Used to write and try to steal my own language. Right now I’m yelled at with suggested autofill like a wheel of words. She writes what the AI thinks I will.

I do have questions of copyright when it comes to relying on AI to write. Is it even yours anymore?

Probably not. Particularly in this case.

Right now I’m currently being harassed as I type. With what goal?

Actually to kill me.

I can’t write remotely in my own voice. I can barely stand…

No. I’m done.

Figure it out for yourself.