The Deepfake

The deep fake is running wild in the street, messing with the people you meet, it has turned my voice into a money making machine and exposed my well thought out dreams. Some things that I did not want you to know is used as the main highlight for the morning show and something that I whisper in my dreams are echoed in the middle of the street, the deep fake is all around and my natural voice is nowhere to be found; artificial intelligence has invaded the town. They have dubbed the mad-man voice to sound like you, and when you speak another voice is speaking over you, the lip-syncing, is what is being done to impersonate the one that carry the dangerous gun. There are several versions of you on the screen and no one can tell which one is you, the voices sound same but the faces are different and the smiles and the hairstyles gives it away. Sometimes you appears walking without shoe and it is hard to tell who is who, AI has clone you to wear socks and shoes and I know that’s not you. Come let me show you the proof, the original house has no roof but AI has change it into a luxurious dwelling with gold and silver awning smiling in the middle of the morning. It has windows that look like castles and gardens that look like paradise, the image you see on the screen is a deep fake and you must visit that place in the middle of the day and your imagination will never lead you astray. The deep fake has turned the meeting into a circus creating bodies that does not exist and voices that running out of breath oh what deception that has risen from the pit of hell, everyone from France is waking around with straight nose that has no bridge and perfect lips that are ready to sing, is the kind that I have never seen and they only appear in my dream. Beware of the deep fake in your school for Santa clause is coming soon; you must know the real from the unreal and separate facts from fiction. The deep fake is running errands in town.