Someone decided SynthID should be a lifestyle. Now there’s a tattoo shop offering “Invisible SynthID Ink,” marketed as “authenticity for the modern era.” You can’t see it, but if someone scans you with a little device, it pings: “Yep, this human enjoys AI tools.”
The customer is thrilled. “I wanted something subtle,” they say, showing off their bare arm like it’s the most exclusive flex on Earth. The artist nods like a sommelier. “Very tasteful. Very… verifiable.”
In the waiting area, a skeptical guy asks, “So… why get a watermark?” The customer grins. “Because I’m tired of pretending my art appears out of thin air. I sketch, I edit, I prompt, I polish. This just says I’m not lying about it.” The skeptic pauses, then quietly adds the tattoo to his cart.
The gag lands when a third person walks in and requests a “100% human-made watermark.” The artist shrugs and hands them a stamp that says “MADE WITH CAFFEINE AND NERVES.” Everyone laughs. Labels don’t make you less creative. They just make the credits less weird.
