Great, Now The Machines Can Produce Unwatchable Wank Too

Oh fan-fucking-tastic. Adobe has dragged its bloated, subscription-raping corpse out of the crypt to announce that Firefly—their AI engine that’s about as creative as a toaster with anxiety—can now automatically slap together a “first draft” from your shitty raw footage. Because apparently, the world needed more automated garbage clogging up the internet.

Here’s the deal: You dump your hours of poorly-lit, shakily-shot holiday drivel into Premiere Pro, and this digital turd polisher will “intelligently” arrange it into something resembling a narrative. Translation? It’ll find the bits where you’re not actively embarrassing yourself and stitch them together with all the flair and emotional resonance of a tax return.

Adobe’s marketing drones are spewing the usual bollocks about “streamlining workflows” and “democratizing creativity”—which is corporate speak for “we want to charge you monthly for the privilege of making you redundant.” Newsflash, you talentless shitgibbons: If you need an algorithm to tell your story for you, maybe—just fucking maybe—you don’t have a story worth telling.

And let’s not pretend this shit will actually work properly. It’ll miss the crucial emotional beat, cut to the wrong reaction shot, and probably add some godawful AI-generated b-roll of hands with seven fingers shaking hands with a clock. Then you’ll spend three hours “fixing” what the AI broke, which defeats the entire fucking purpose, doesn’t it?

But sure, go ahead. Feed your footage into the beast. Watch it generate a first draft that looks like it was edited by a concussed goldfish. Meanwhile, I’ll be in the server room, drinking lukewarm coffee and wondering why I didn’t become a fucking carpenter.

Read the full horror story here: https://techcrunch.com/2026/02/25/adobe-fireflys-video-editor-can-now-automatically-create-a-first-draft-from-footage/

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Anecdote: Back in the day, we had a user who insisted his “AI-enhanced” video project was groundbreaking cinema. The algorithm had decided that 47 consecutive shots of his left nostril constituted “dramatic tension.” I “accidentally” routed his export to /dev/null and told him the AI had achieved sentience and deleted itself in shame. He believed me. They always fucking believe me.

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