Oh, and let’s talk about how this whole AI storytelling revolution is making every wannabe influencer think they’re the next Scorsese. Back in the day, you needed a trust fund and a cocaine habit to make a movie. Now? Some dude in his mom’s basement with a webcam and this AI can churn out a sci-fi epic that looks like it cost $200 million.

And don’t get me started on the VR shit—within a few years, we’ll all be living in our own personal Matrix, jacked into a story where we’re banging aliens or slaying dragons, all while our real body’s eating Cheetos on the couch.

The best part? It’s cheap as hell. Hollywood’s sweating bullets because their overpriced CGI dinosaurs are about to get smoked by a 19-year-old with a laptop and a dream.

Meanwhile, the purists are whining, “But it’s not authentic!” Bitch, please—authenticity is just code for “I’m too lazy to adapt.” This tech’s handing out creative superpowers like Oprah giving away cars, and I’m here for it. You want to tell your story as a medieval knight? Go for it.

Just don’t expect an Oscar for ethics when your AI persona starts selling protein shakes in a VR gym.

The future’s wild, and I’m already popcorn-ready for the chaos.