0011 - Achewood 2033 A.D. (Patreon)

The bitch in question is Captain Cragen, of course.

This strip brings up a timely subject. I am indeed gently lampooning the concept of artificial intelligence here, which reminds me of how much I have been enjoying writing the new content organically, as promised — much too much to even begin to think of using AI in any creative capacity. (I mostly use various AI services as search engines, because the results are better-prepared and require less sieving.)

This poses the question: am *I* putting *artificial intelligence* out of a job? In this retelling of the classic tale, does John Henry share the task of westward expansion with the steam-driven drill, where John Henry does the flashier and more audience-pleasing drilling (writing bathetic gags about Winnie the Pooh and boutique cannabis formats), and the steam-driven drill is relegated to the more pedestrian and uncelebrated sorts of drilling (joylessly generating Dilberts in an unmanned server farm outside of Rancho Cucamonga)? Do they share a cold ale after clocking out each day? (The ale would be poured into the steam-driven drill instead of water, in this scenario, and the barstool would be moved so that its frame could be set flush against the bar. John Henry would "cheers" it on its reciprocating piston rod.)

Decide for yourself. Perhaps you have been enjoying all that wonderful new AI-powered humor that's going around.