Heh, you artists always laughed at me, saying that I didn't contribute. You always called me an "idea guy" mockingly. Well now with the advent of AI's taking over your creative assets in life, your so-called talent is no longer required. Years of practice has been replaced with a text prompt. But still I, the idea guy am left standing. Now, you sit at my feet and beg me, the idea guy who you so viciously judged. Well now my ideas are worth their weight in gold, and your talent and dedication to the artform is meaningless. You laughed at me... Well now I have the last laugh.
Your mastery is meaningless.
Your jobs are gone.
But my thoughts have been appreciated by the algorithm.
You cannot comprehend my finely tuned text prompts for the AIs to decipher.
My neurotypical mind has been rewarded by the machine hive.
I have ascended, while you rot away into obscurity.
Sorry chump, looks like the idea guy wins in the end.