Up until now, I’ve really enjoyed being part of Hive. But that joy has suddenly been spoiled—through downvotes and a “recommendation” from someone I don’t even know, hiding behind an owl mask. That’s not what I came here for.
How I Found Hive
I was looking for a blogging platform where I could freely organize my thoughts and share my experiences. Something modern, yes, with the help of AI—but always authentic. I hope that comes through in my posts.
How I Create My Posts
In the evening, when I reflect on my day, there’s almost always a little moment that stands out—something worth revisiting. That’s when I write my thoughts down. Afterwards, I let AI translate the story into English, polish the phrasing, and suggest some nice subheadings. But it remains my story. No AI could invent or live these moments, because they actually happened in the real world. I also generate the matching images. Taking photos would be difficult anyway—it would feel intrusive toward the people who appear in my stories.
A New Way of Storytelling
At first, I was simply experimenting out of curiosity. But soon I realized how much I enjoy this new way of telling stories. There are no language barriers, no missed snapshots—I can tell my stories as vividly as I like. I don’t have to hold back, because both my picture and my name are fictional, even though the experiences and thoughts behind them are real. It feels very freeing. I think you understand what I mean.
Do What You Want, It’s Decentralized
I once asked AI whether I could use it for my Hive stories. The answer was: “Hive is a decentralized network, you can do whatever you like, nobody can censor you.” That sounded plausible to me. But AI was mistaken—and so was I.
Judge and Executioner in the Owl Mask
Today, I read a comment under one of my stories:
“It appears that significant parts of this writing are machine-generated. We would appreciate it if you could avoid publishing AI-generated content (full or partial texts, art, etc.).”
“It appears so”? And this owl-masked man would “appreciate” it if I told my stories the way he prefers? And who exactly is “we”? The decentralized network? At the same time, I was hit with a wave of downvotes. The judge had spoken—without hearing me out—and immediately carried out his sentence. I am told I may appeal if I disagree. No, Mister Owl Man, I won’t ask you to reconsider a judgment you’ve already made. And I won’t ask you to undo the damage you’ve caused me. That’s not why I’m here.
Should I Leave Hive?
If masked men like this one dictate how I must tell my stories, then Hive is neither decentralized nor the right place for me. That’s my opinion. I might as well post my stories on Facebook—they certainly wouldn’t give me trouble over this.
Mister Owl Man, you ruined a perfectly good day for me, one I won’t get back. I sincerely wish you all the best in this world—but please, don’t do this again.
One should never make decisions in anger. That’s why I’ll now brew myself a nice cup of tea, sit down on the dragon bench in front of my house, reflect on everything, and only make a decision tomorrow.
Formulated and translated with the help of AI, but written by a real human being.
