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Absolutely brilliant satire of the current AI debate. Like all good satires, Daniel Prilliaman's play forces us to confront a question no one is talking about: How does the AI feel about all this stolen art?

Like all of Daniel's works, this is worth reading over and over. Someone should produce this before the robots take over.

There is an act of violence in this play. One of the people perpetrating this act has every personal reason to participate. Of course, they have no idea they've been victimized by the target of said violence. The principle of the thing is enough. It's valid. And it's HILARIOUS!!!

The entire play is hilarious, even the first page or so before it lets you know it's hilarious.

Prillaman's satire is sharp and timely. The personification of an AI-art-bot is surprisingly human, learning and feeling more than some actual carbon humans.

The play is joy!

"Tis well."

What a riot! This play is a witty and engaging satire of AI capacities and art world commerce. The funny line per page ratio is astronomical. As always with Prillaman, this work has a thoroughly original premise and thoroughly original execution.

I'M GONNA NEED YOU TO LOG OFF FOR ME is a thoroughly wonderful satire of the state of AI art at the moment. With delightful twists and turns, Daniel Prillaman creates a 10-minute play that will make you laugh and make you think. Each character would be a tremendous amount of fun to play!

BRAVO!

Hot off the presses, do we still print stuff? In any case, this is a perfect comedy shines a harsh light on the trials and tribulations of modern artists and creators locked in a battle to preserve their creative identity. A thoroughly enjoyable short play.

How can one ten minute play contain art-world satire, robots, a smarmy tech bro, an identity crisis, laugh-out-loud comedy, a brutal beating and a William Gibsonesque social sci fi premise? IGNYTLOFM manages it all, with a signature Prillaman twist. A satisfying read for artists of all kinds anxious and infuriated at the prospect of creativity being supplanted by an algorithm; Prillaman’s incomparable, brilliantly weird works are evidence that it cannot.