AI may improve the individual object while narrowing the collective imagination. Each product looks finished. Everything begins to look the same. The result is not beige, because the modern machine knows beige looks corporate. So it gives us fluorescent pink: loud sameness, mass-produced rebellion, individuality available in six competing brands.

Now everything is shit. Plastic and polished, predictable and soulless. Every song sounds like a template: click-track drums, a fake build, a drop made by some guy hunched over a laptop in a bedroom that smells like Monster Energy.