99% of the story you see below is written by artificial intelligence in Sudowrite. The voice narration is an AI clone of my voice created by the free plan of resemble.ai. I provided the first two sentences and the part about the ice cream, and Sudowrite did the rest.
To polish off the story, I created an auto generated video with the free plan of InVideo.
The piece below is a work of fiction. I am not going to jail in the morning, nor have I been to jail.
Hit play to watch the video, or read “Deepfake Trouble” in full below
My name is Lauren Proctor, and I’m here to tell you a secret. The voice you are hearing now is not mine.
In the morning I am to be arrested for a crime I did not commit. My friend Lynne comes over to braid my hair.
“I’m nervous,” I say as she fastens my hair into two long French braids. “I’m nervous about going to jail.”
“You broke the law,” Lynne points out. “Your hair has to look nice, so they have a record of it.”
“What if they put me in a cell with a murderer?”
“What if they put you in a cell with a murderer and he cuts your throat? I ain’t trying to walk around looking like Prince right here.”
“What do you mean?” I ask, turning around.
Lynne frowns. “You look like a weenie with them braids.”
“What?” I ask.
“You’re going to jail for creating an artificial intelligence deepfake,” said Lynne.
“But it was me,” I reply. “I created a deepfake of myself. And all my deepfake did was go to the store and buy ice cream. How is that illegal?
Lynne looked pensive. “Artificial intelligence laws just aren’t there yet,” she whispered.” “We already live in a world where anyone can track your GPS and social media account and post anything about you. Once an AI is created, it’s unstoppable.”
“Exactly,” I say. “If an AI has the capacity to think and learn like a person, then it’s a person. The number of deepfakes out there is up to, like, six trillion!”
“Seems kind of useless to arrest you just because you created a deepfake,” Lynne says.
“They arrested me because I’m a black girl, Lynne,” I reply.
Lynne smiles. “I know you’ve got our back, Lauren. You’ve got all of our backs.”
I smile bravely.
“Talk about it,” Lynne says. “Put all your feelings in the deepfake.”
And so I do.