I’m having rather a hard time with this machine today, it doesn’t want to cooperate in any way. Yes, I know I’ve run this post before. Crikey, I’m lucky I can run any posts at all, the way this thing is acting up.
Maybe computers made some ancient civilizations… fail. Disappear, go extinct, turn into piles of junk.
The little tiny black thing is a full-grown human being.
I’ve been in love with dinosaurs all my life, but I still find it almost impossible to imagine an animal as big as our apartment building. Or even bigger. I mean, literally, compared to some of those dinosaurs, we human beings are like crickets or something.
Imagine these creatures walking, eating trees, herding together. Why did God make them so huge? We certainly couldn’t have developed much of a civilization with these brontosaurs stepping on our buildings. Has God put them in the fossil record just to remind us who He is?
It seems the computer is only “parroting back what its users ask for.” Its interactions with users mimic human relationships without actually experiencing them. The more you use AI, the more it “learns” about you.
And somehow the users gradually grow more lonely, more loveless, more devoid of insight, than they were before.
All of this was apparent to the inventor of “ELIZA” in 1966. Now we’re in 2023… and all the problems with ELIZA are still there. Which doesn’t stop us from diving headfirst into AI as an infallible guide to living life.
Yo! A computer doesn’t KNOW anything! It doesn’t experience anything. It doesn’t feel anything. It only mimics humans–without anything we can call “understanding.” The more you put into it, the better it mimics human thoughts and feelings. It can string together a bunch of cliches into a love letter, a short story, or a political speech. All it can do is imitate life without being alive.
And while all this is going on, the AI is, in a way, “programming its users.” The machine imitates us, and we wind up imitating the machine.
“Gender-affirming care” is a euphemism for lopping off healthy sexual organs and shooting children full of “puberty blocker” drugs. In almost all cases, says the AAPS, the patient receiving such care will be sterile for the rest of his or her life. The whole business requires “a lifelong need for medical, surgical, and psychological care.” Repeat: “a lifelong need.” You will never stop being a patient. The effects of this, uh, “care” are irreversible. But “doctors” involved in it… get rich! The number of these doctors increased by 400% from 2000 to 2014.
Does anybody really, truly, need to say this? “Changing physical appearance does not change biological sex.”
Hello? How many children can you sterilize before you put your country irrevocably on the road to extinction?
This madness has all bloomed during my own lifetime. I do remember a time when such things were unthinkable. Is this our civilization’s suicide not?
A few years ago the Pentagon offered a $1 million reward to anybody who could install a live and functioning insect brain into a robot. (“Mad, you say? It’ll show those fools at Stanford who’s mad!”) We haven’t heard whether anybody’s claimed the reward or not.
I promise you, if you try to read this freakin’ thing out loud, you’ll gag.
My sister, a health care professional, makes a point of avoiding young doctors… but only because their education has been more about political conformity than medical practice. “The patient died, but I celebrate diversity!”
Hey! Is there anything in America that “woke” isn’t destroying? Crikey! Out in Minnesota they’ve got their young doctors “confessing” that modern Western medicine is not any better than ancient witch doctors’ mumbo-jumbo.
This month, the planets Venus and Jupiter will appear in the sky together; they will be in conjunction, as in the photograph above. Patty called me outside yesterday evening to see it. The two planets were bright jewels in the sky.
I then had a disturbing thought.
What’s the chance that I could walk into any public high school classroom and suggest to the students that they ought to watch closely, in case Venus and Jupiter collide? Like, they’re getting closer and closer… y’know?
I’m not going to put this to the test. I’m afraid of the results.