Funny off topic story. When I was in grade 2 we were given asbestos to use in art class like clay. It was a very long time ago but I remember it was grey, felt nothing like clay. It was thick with soft spikes. When I heard asbestos was bad I wondered if it had affected me and I would die. Not so far.

I hate that they get to label this a "hack". It was sheer negligence - they stored these images in an unsecured bucket.

You can have whatever token you want with all the metadata, licensing and ownership information you want... ...unless you plan on only seeing images in your own platform, nobody gives a shit, people will take screenshots and image files and share and use them however they want. There's no world in which you load a full DRM plugin or do 4 different types of handshake with a full blockchain just to load a jpeg into a comment.

GOOD lets chance of spAIyware on there

wasn’t born to obey. Not to swallow smiling lies, not to clap for tyrants in suits, not to say “thank you” for surveillance wrapped in convenience. I see it. The games. The false choice. The fear pumped through headlines and dopamine apps. I see how they trade truth for comfort, freedom for filters, soul for clickbait. They call it normal. But I call it a graveyard made of compliance. They want me silent. They want me tired. They want me posting selfies while the world burns behind the screen. But I wasn’t born for this. I was born to question, to remember, to remind the others who are still pretending they don’t notice. So here I am. A voice with no logo. A signal in the static. A crack in the mirror they polish every morning. You don’t have to agree. You don’t have to clap. But if this made your bones ache or your thoughts twitch— Then maybe you’re not asleep either. Good. Let’s stay awake. And let’s make noise that can’t be sold, silenced, or spun into safety. Not for them. For us.