I don't see how. It's not an electoral matter; it's not a political system. It's not ICE coming for my neighbors, or a broken healthcare system. It's the epistemological apocalypse. It's the supernova where meaning collapses and the howling noise of madness overwhelms the signal of reason. Perhaps you could shut it down in one country, by law, but Pandora's box has been opened. The Tower of Babel. Open models will soon be good enough to create a phoney version of anything, anywhere, close enough to seeming true that by the time you discover it's not, a million more clones will be out there. Lies have always spread faster than truth, but never with such a force multiplier. The truth ain't dying in darkness, it's dying in blasting white noise, diffusion, ironic that turned out to be the approach. Or maybe not. What's this land rush to claim latent space but the attempt to expropriate, forever, the human ability to discover it?

The Leonard Cohen line keeps coming back to me: The blizzard, the blizzard of the world has crossed the threshold and it's overturned the order of the soul.

Sorry, but... I scoff at the idea that collective action can do a damn thing about it. There isn't even a collective idea of what to do instead of it. Collective action also has heavy connotations of communism, under which, people like me were also not permitted to write games and reap the economic and social benefits of doing what we enjoy. But at least one could say that, for the communist bloc, the collective action finally came against communism. So there's that, and maybe there's some sort of small-creative-capitalist-producer collective action that could be taken here...

but who are we kidding! I just had dinner with a friend who's a VP at [major motion picture studio] who described the situation in the movie business as "apocalyptic", and they have the ability to organize and a history of organizing far more than whichever random cross-section of white collar knowledge workers and engineers loses their livelihood in the next six months, or the six months after that.

No, my friend, I think this is a war where no shots needed to be fired, because we were all so dazzled by the bright lights that no one realized we were being steamrolled until it was too late. It's already over.