Words that spring to mind: monstrous, from hell, distorted, terrifying, soulless. Its like self-portraits of a family of aristocrats if they were each and every one of them a soul-sucking demon.
What does this tell us of the nature of artificial intelligence? Look long and hard at these images, and think of the emotions that rise. Art may be subjective, but there appears to be a universal Élan vital that accompanies it, especially the best works.
True art brings forth human emotions. It is the artist speaking to you, one human to another, in an irrational form or language we don’t always understand.
But this stuff should serve as a warning. This is the soul of A.I., and it tells us we are staring into the abyss. Into nothing. Which is what is so horrifying.
“And if thou gaze long into an abyss, the abyss will also gaze into thee. ” – Nietzsche