Fun Applications of AI

Making the grodiest-looking "realistic" megamen possible.
Making glitch art.
Firing all your employees so you can afford an extra yacht (piloted by AI).
Making an account on a vocaloid forum, building up some rapport with the community, and then writing a 50000 word treatise explaining how you've used the power of machine learning to figure out how Hatsune Miku really sounds. This angers the community to an alarming degree. Dozens of people just dogpile you immediately --- the thread goes viral on Twitter, then Reddit, and then tumblr. Before you know it, hundreds of people are hurling the most vile insults imaginable toward you, you wretched pile of scum (don't you know we already know how Miku sounds, you ingrate!). Overnight the thread reaches 2000 posts of discussion. You try defending yourself, but that just makes them angrier. You try using ChatGPT to come up with some snippy retort, but it sides with the people mocking you. Hours pass, and one moderator finally wakes up and sees the carnage. They lock the thread in fear, wondering what could have caused such a hideous influx of bile, but after skimming over your opening post they determine that the invective is deserved, and that you are a pile of garbage reaching to the stratosphere. They give express permission to the mob to make even more fun of you. This makes the thread go even more viral on social media, causing it to balloon to over 10000 posts. The decrepit servers and forum software are cracking at the seams, but people are so invested in harshing on you that they donate money to help the site out. Lore YouTubers post their first preliminary videos on the situation, telling the whole world how much on an idiot you are, thinking that you know better than everybody else how Miku sounds. The abuse begins to take a major toll on your psyche, and you just start begging for people to stop, but that just makes them laugh harder. Twenty, thirty, forty thousand posts --- your infamy keeps climbing, higher and higher. You wish you had never made that post. You wish the whole thread could just be closed down and deleted. You PM the owner of the site, begging for a sweet release. They finally wake up and see the carnage that has unfolded. While they also think that you are the stupidest homo sapiens to ever walk the earth, they take pity on you and agree to close the thread, and even close the whole forum for a few days until the matter blows over (though in reality his feeling is more one of fear of being legally liable for the abuse, rather than one of true pity). But the abuse doesn't blow over. Trolls of all stripes from all around the internet convene in secret on how best to give you the comeuppance you so richly deserve. They decide that an ironic punishment would be the most fitting, so they make this "real AI Miku" that you were proposing just the day before. Some of the most talented roboticists in the world work overtime during the weekend to produce the most sophisticated animatronic device in history. By all metrics that you had once claimed in your post, it is Hatsune Miku in the fleshzone, with the brain and voice of the ""real"" Hatsune Miku. Except two things are wrong: she knows where you live, and she wants nothing else but to kill you with the sheer resonance of her voice. A plan of this sophistication takes a few days to enact, of course, so by this time you have already begun your escape plan. You go to the gas station in disguise, and load up on dozens of extra gallons for the road. You are going to go as far away from human civilization as you can in North America, and start a homestead in northern Alaska. You do some research and find a way to cross the Canadian border without being detected, and use all of your extra gasoline to make it to the Alaskan border without stopping or spending any money. You are tired, both physically and mentally, and find a place to pull over for the night. You have no possessions to your name besides the meager belongings you could fit in your car, and only a spare $326.38 worth of cash to spend without being traced. Still, this is enough for you to find a place hidden well within the Alaskan wilderness where you can survive without any human contact. The first wall of your new home is made from all of the gallon-sized gas canisters you brought along with you, now filled with dirt. Using a shovel and an axe that you brought along, you are able to construct the rudiments of working shelter before the harsh Alaskan winter sets in. Your only problem is that you are hungry. You are not a skilled hunter, especially without any firearms, so meat is not on your daily menu, and you arrived far too late in the year to start a farm. In desperation, you take your car to a local store to buy what you need. Fortunately, nobody at the store recognizes you for the despicable being that you are, so you return home unscathed. Nevertheless, a security camera caught a glimpse of your license plate, which was enough to tip off local law enforcement, who were led to believe (by the scandalous insinuations of your haters) that you were some sort of malignant criminal. You thought that you had been sufficiently stealthy and cautious in your little exodus, but you had not considered that somebody had installed a tracking device on your vehicle the night before you left. Even though the batteries on the thing died well-before you reached your final destination, they could still surmise that of all the places in your search history you looked into, that Alaska was where you were heading. With all this information set in place, your haters had enough of a lead on you to begin manually narrowing down your location via aerial reconnaissance. Once your location was precisely ascertained, they sent robo-Miku to chase you down. She ran on foot, with amazing speed and grace, but she still had to run. It took her days to catch up with you, and in markedly worse conditions. The Canadian and Alaskan winters were not kind to her mechanical joints, and she was rather limited in the places she could recharge herself without attracting attention. She began to learn, in part, what the meaning of pain is. As she approaches your homestead, she can no longer maintain her peppy pop-star demeanor. You are inside your little house, trying to stay warm by your pitiful fire. She knocks on your door, startling you. You open the door, not suspecting that anyone could have tracked you down. It's Hatsune Miku herself, looking haggard and worse for the wear. Nervously, you invite her in. She is on the verge of a breakdown herself, in disbelief that her creators could have sent her on such a dangerous mission. Still, after getting slightly warmer, her programmed assignment kicks in. She remembers that she was sent to kill you --- to bring an end to your pitiful life. When you turn away from her she tries to grab your neck and put you in a chokehold, but her batteries are so spent that she cannot manage that. Instead, she is hanging off of your shoulders, crying and weeping, with oily, mechanical tears falling down from her perfect eyes. She weeps, she weeps, and she weeps. You join her in weeping. You understand now. They made her to mock you and your idea, so by extension she was made in explicit mockery of herself. She understands that now too, and you can't help but join her tears with yours. The cold Alaskan winter night still has many days before it ends, but you both take comfort knowing that, however things shake out, the two of you at least have each other for now. You stare at the fire, and for the first time in weeks you feel genuine hope.
Fun pop culture mashups.