So I’m scrolling down my timeline on Facebook, all the while knowing everything I do is being logged by AI to continue building a profile on me to determine what will be posted on my timeline in the future.
While it is all very interesting, it occurs to me that the very thing that makes people, our human species, so interesting, is our unpredictability, our erratic natures, behavior driven by our creative brains. It occurs to me that asymmetry is more interesting than symmetry, and how the very creativity that makes us interesting is being killed by AI that feeds us only what it thinks we want. What it knows we want. A dull sameness. Symmetry. Staying within the lines. Lines dictated by AI. And I’m thinking, “so what’s the point?”
But if AI is as good as they say it is, then this has been anticipated? Is any one of us smart enough not to be outsmarted and consequently manipulated by AI?
“Soylent Green is people!” Remember that one? It just popped into my head.
Whoo boy, are we headed for trouble. It appears half the electorate is unable to understand even basic critical thinking. With AI, we’ll be lambs to the slaughter. Get ready kids. This is the world you’re about to inherit.
It has all been predicted by Arthur C. Clark in the early 60s…
Pretty sure Clarke went beyond anything we’re discussing here. My hypothesis would be closer to T2 than Space Odyssey, which goes to the creation of our species. Either way, I think the path of reality following science fiction is fascinating, be it Jules Verne or James Cameron. And I write this without apologies to anyone who still doesn’t know what Space Odyssey 2001, is about. You’ve had plenty of time to figure it out. But this one goes so much farther than submarines or wireless phones or even hunter/killer robots. When this one jumps up and bites us in our collective ass, it will be potentially far more dangerous than anything that’s come before. To me, this is different than reading about something that “might” come to pass. This time, it’s here. It’s in our face. Humanity, being who we are, probably won’t do anything about it until it has us down on the mat, and we are forced to fight like hell to get back up again. There’s a historical pattern for that, too.