When I was a kid, adults told me lies for reasons neither of us knew. I parroted it back at them and to other kids and we all knowingly, purposelessly lied to one another. Nobody had any idea what they were doing - in lieu of knowing, the adults performed adulthood to an audience of themselves judged by criteria that only existed in their own heads.
The community's intentional efforts to raise me were, by volume, mostly meaningless. Rarely saying anything about the real world, frequently attempting to communicate cultural values and communicating something else entirely. I grew up in a Christian town and knew something about dead people living on clouds but had no idea who Jesus was until I was five. I grew up in a racist town and ended up learning some incorrect things about raccoons.
I also played a lot of videogames, and they were glitchy back then. The DOS version of Mario Bros would sometimes glitch out and leave a trail of Mario's face across the screen. Using the moon jump code from my game genie made the Battletoads become misaligned from their world. These experiences were as bizarre as they were unintentional. But they were a drop in the bucket compared to the torrent of meaningless noise that was communicated to me intentionally.
So what if kids these days are growing up with access to algorithmically generated eldritch nonsense built to appease the machine learning algorithm that serves as some capitalist emperor's new clothes? Being a kid is already about sifting for meaning in a world composed of majority nonsense and pretense. They'll be fine.
When the kids that watched this stuff grow up, their art is going to be hella weird. What worries me is whether they'll feel like they're allowed to make it. Will the continuing centralization of Silicon Valley have collapsed all culture into the lumbering husk of YouTube? Or will these kids know to build a new eldritch nonsense machine in their own image?