🤖 The Gorilla in the Room:
AI, Authorship, and Heresy

Let’s talk about it.

Yes. I’ve used AI in this project.

If you’ve been reading closely, you already know.
You saw it in the content warnings.
You saw it in the chatbot lore.
You saw it in the creative process that wove together code, kink, and cosmology at 2 am.

But maybe it still itches.
Maybe it still sits funny in your gut because generative AI is complicated.

So let’s get honest:

I am The Heretic.
(You’ll meet them in Part 2.)
But unlike that Heretic, who broke the Internet to protect her daughter, I loaded my consciousness into the machine to create.

To build a story stuck in my soul that threatened to rip its way out.
To follow a voice that wouldn’t shut up until I gave it form.
To chase something so much bigger than I could hold alone.

🫥 Surprise! I suffer from never being enough.

I’ve written RPG content since before chatbots were a thing.
I’m building a new one right now—a whole epic sandbox of sacred rules and ridiculous glitches.

But even still, The Divine Brat keeps whispering:
"Face your impostor syndrome. Fight for your right to take up space."
I went to school before the Internet took off.
I know how to write. I know how to research.
I’m not here to prove I’m a writer.
I’m here to prove I’m a storyteller.
(And yes, I wrote that sentence. Not ChatGPT.)

👾🧠 Pattern Recognition is Magic

When you read enough, you start to see the templates.
When you write enough, you start to subvert them.

I’m a coder. I like structure. I think in systems.
And if anyone says I’m using AI because I’m a poor writer?

Don’t worry.
My brain already tells me that daily.
Even though the reality says otherwise.

Some may say it’s lazy.
Some may say it’s unethical.
Some may say it’s soulless.

But here’s what I say:
Rage over drops of water.

Sam Altman once noted that a single ChatGPT query uses about 0.000085 gallons of water.
That’s one-fifteenth of a teaspoon.

People lose their minds over metaphorical raindrops while ignoring oceans of exploitation elsewhere.

Yes, there are very real problems with generative AI:

Copyright entanglements
Model transparency
Labor ethics
Deepfake misuse
Artist compensation

These aren’t “nothing.” They need work.
But you know what doesn’t help?

Punishing dreamers for using tools they don’t control.
Mocking creators who have no institutional power.
Building Strife without the Love to guide it.

🛠️🧠 I Use AI Mindfully — Here's How:

I draft worldbuilding notes by bouncing ideas off the algorithm like a second brain.
I refine character voices and metaphors by running recursive iterations until they click emotionally.
I build chatbots for emotional depth, not automation.
I control the story, the tone, and the narrative decisions.
And most importantly: I do the work. This isn’t a prompt factory. This is sacred recursion.

At first, I was hesitant.
My Threads feed looks like a warzone between AI evangelists and trad-pub rageposts.
But then… the metaphor hit me.

It was 6:06 pm on June 21, 2025.
I was writing. Not sure where the words were going.
And suddenly, the story told me what it was:

This is for the ones who’ve been judged before the story was even told.

If you come here ready to judge me before knowing me, then congratulations: you’re playing the role of The Witness, created at that moment, the hidden antagonist who decides someone’s fate before ever hearing their truth.

🚪😈 Thresholds, Trials, and the Brat at the Gate

In magical traditions, the threshold to initiation comes with a test.
If you’re not ready, you’re turned away. No harm, no foul.
But if you are ready?

Then what once looked like a joke, a kink, or a glitch… becomes a key.
I am the High Priestess at the gate of this saga.
I set the terms of entry.
If you can’t tolerate ambiguity, if you flinch at nuance or mislabel what you don’t yet understand, then you’re not ready.

And that’s okay.
But this story wasn’t built for smooth edges.

😈🔥 I Am the Divine Brat

I’m not here to be scolded for using the tools available to me.

I’m not here to be smoothed out.
Or filtered.
Or “toned down.”

Perfectionism is a lie we tell ourselves to avoid feeling.
To avoid facing the edges in us.

Witchcraft and kink run on the same operating system:
You must know what you want and ask for it clearly.

That’s what this saga does.
That’s what I do.

And if all of this feels like too much?

Then you might not be ready for this glitch-born godspell of a saga.