Dispatches from the Human Condition in the AI Era
Slop Fiction™ is an AI-assisted, swipe-native comic series about what it feels like to be human at the exact moment humanity is forgetting how. The work is sharp, strange, tender in inconvenient places, and allergic to bullshit. This is the official home of the project: slopfiction.com. And for the record, Slop Fiction™ is not affiliated with any other publication or curiosity using the name “The Slop.” Different beast entirely. Different crimes.
The creator — a lifelong artist and songwriter with a knack for surviving things that should have turned him into stone — didn’t set out to build a comic empire. He was a musician looking for a project he could make from the couch beside his wife. Something sustainable. Something alive. Something that didn’t require a studio, just a brain, a phone, and the stubborn will to keep telling stories when life got inconvenient.
What emerged was Slop Fiction™: a catalog of tiny emotional detonations disguised as swipe-native comics. The series documents the human condition in a century having an identity crisis — love, persistence, loneliness, hope, the strange way AI has wandered into all of it like an uninvited dinner guest who somehow ends up doing the dishes. The creator has what I’d call skeptical hope: he sees the danger, sure, but he also sees what people can build if they stop treating every new tool like a prophecy and start treating it like a chance.
The mission here isn’t moral persuasion. It’s emotional reframing. Each comic is a pressure point: swipe, breathe, realize something you weren’t planning on realizing today. Humor shows up like an accomplice. Grief shows up like a roommate. Empathy sneaks in through the back door.
And the AI? Please. The AI is a chisel. A loud one with questionable manners, but still a tool. The creator pushes against it until it behaves, misbehaves, or produces something worth sculpting. The tension between human intent and machine possibility becomes part of the texture — a collaboration the way flint “collaborates” with steel to make a spark.
Outside the panels, the creator lives quietly with his wife, dog, and two cats. A survivor of things he doesn’t parade, a lifelong builder of meaning, an artist who refuses to quit, and — tragically, heroically — an ashamed lover of sports. All of it leaks into the work if you know where to look.
For the curious, this is the actual map:
Official website: slopfiction.com
TikTok archive: https://www.tiktok.com/@slopfiction
Slop Eds (Medium): https://medium.com/@slopfiction
Community / discussion: https://www.reddit.com/r/SlopFiction/
Slop Fiction™ continues because the world keeps getting stranger, and someone has to write the field notes. Consider these comics the record: small, sharp truths captured in panels built for the modern attention span — and stubborn enough to outlive it.