THE 21ST-CENTURY SHELL GAMEReality isn’t battling filters anymore — now it’s up against pure
fiction.
And the wild part? Plenty of people still think they’re
flirting on Instagram when they’re really chatting up
a graphics card.
We’ve reached the point where the perfect girl, on perfect beaches, with perfect lighting, perfect boobs, perfect smile, and a perfect life…
doesn’t exist. Not as a poetic line — I mean there’s
literally nobody behind it. No model. No person. No woman smiling at her phone. Just some guy at home, dinosaur pajamas on, pumping out pictures and
collecting subscriptions.
And the shocking part isn’t that AI can invent a model. That’s just entertainment. What matters is when that imaginary girl starts dropping a
“thanks babe ❤️” and charging you
ten euros a month to make you feel special.
When the con stops being visual and turns
emotional and financial.
When it’s not about enjoying fantasy, but about selling
fiction as flesh and bone to reach your wallet.
Platforms flash a link in the bio; you click expecting exclusive content from someone real, and the only real thing is the person who coded the bot and uploaded their ID to get paid. That’s the trick: you verify to monetize, then you slap on a sexy alias and post
photos of a girl who doesn’t exist.
Legally, it’s your account. Morally, you’re
selling smoke. Emotionally, there are people paying, convinced they’re talking to the girl in the pics. Spoiler: they’re not talking to anyone. They’re talking to
an AI. Or worse — to some guy eating chips while charging subscriptions to the gullible.
Today it’s photos. Tomorrow, videos. Next, fake lives. This isn’t sci-fi, it’s a timeline: we’re watching it roll out in real time. Soon an AI “model” will handle
ten thousand simultaneous conversations without yawning. She’ll wink, say your name, remember your likes, ask how you slept — and not a single human millimeter on the other end.
And hey, nothing against digital erotica or people who choose to pay. Spend your libido however you like. What really
sucks is the scam.
It’s one thing to fantasize about a digital character.
It’s another thing entirely to believe someone real is talking to you when it’s actually
a server in Ohio.
Bottom line: the problem isn’t the tech.
It isn’t AI.
It’s
the intention of whoever wears a human mask to take money from someone who just wanted a bit of honest attention.
Tell me it’s AI? Cool — I relax and play along.
Wink so I think you’re human while you run my card? That’s got a
different name.
And no, this doesn’t end here.
This is the prologue.
The truly interesting — and dangerous — part starts now.
So get used to it:
not everything looking back at you on Instagram is alive.
And sometimes, the only human in the conversation… is you.
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