“Don’t wait for me, Love.” This statement could be spoken by a few subjects of this piece. It could represent the creature in the drawing, a peculiar and uncomfortable amalgamation of man and beast. It could also be written by AI itself. As the debate regarding the role of art and AI rages on, I began to ask if AI could “say something” the way an artist would. While some say AI can never be conscious, I am hesitant to rule out the possibility. Furthermore, even if AI were not sentient, it is certainly capable of replicating such a “human” sentiment such as self-sacrifice, if only replicating humans themselves. Even if technology is not yet able to claim self-awareness, we have already seen the internet sympathize with robots, say 'sorry' to ChatGPT, and we are ultimately left with an unsettling uncertainty of whether AI is “like us”, worthy of our care and sympathy. The phrase, "Don't wait for me, Love" itself may refer to this seemingly organic, albeit unnaturally assembled, creature’s encouragement to us not to wait for AI to create the “right” thing before we continue with innovation. The creature is aware that their days are numbered or at least destined to be dreadful but that the horrors of now (itself, the unusual and widely perceived to be "distasteful" art that AI has formed, as well as the ethical and ecological problems that its development has raised) will bring about worthwhile innovation later. A critique of capitalism may point out that such a flagrant disregard of one’s own life and apparent well-being for the sake of growth and progress is inherent to such a system, in which suffering and degradation of some is seen as a necessary, even noble and loving sacrifice for others and the advancement of society. The somewhat stilted font may also beg questions of whether the AI is posing as the creature as well, again asking the question of technology’s capacity for sentience and even trickery, deceiving us into believing it has a heart while it only seeks its own furtherance.