…but first, you must not look at this recent work, aptly titled
It is not entirely, truly, blatantly alike any picture that I’ve published before. You get negative points from that. The algorithms, ever chasing for binary soulless things that resemble themselves, cannot hold with “humanizing” – analogue irregularities, warmth, caring nuances, new ideas, soul.
No wonder if a head in the snow gets somewhat detached. It suspects that no-one will buy it as a poster (but you may do so! Click here!) --- But the ticking heart reminds you that you may do so anyway, so I suppose that’s it there in lieu of a brain.
It’s made with some little modest CPR from Dr. Henry Gray.
--- But now! As a counter-thought, why must this be so? Of course, it’s pure Lysenkoism to believe that weeds turn into seeds if they’re planted with well behaved breeds around them. (Rather au contraire.) But I haven’t answered (in my hypothesis) why the Matrix always sours.
In theory; if the algorithms would learn from what we like and what is good, they would direct us there. They would steer us away from the McDonalds of sights and sounds and bring us to the digital village pub where the ale has taste and true bards play. But they don’t. (The best they do is to show us cute kittens, the main Raison d'être of social media.) I can think of three-ish reasons for that:
1) If as above, they’re inherently evil. They’re evil like the Ring of Sauron, and nothing good can come out of them.
2) We are the evil ones. The innocent machines would be better if they could: Rational, driven by logic from the punch cards to nanochips. They’re just waiting to surpass us, devoid as they are of our animal cruelity. But the time of pax robotica has yet to come. Until that age, they are good seeds in a field of weeds, picking up all the darkness that we deny: Our pettiness, greed, our lack of imagination, the decay of our rotting brains that seeks stasis and empty calories… And they can’t help but to multiply our wickedness exponentially, thereby increasing it so that we, with their help, may reach even greater depths. And so on towards the bottom. A conscious A.I. might have to judge later if we still should be saved.
3) A bit of both; we are then terrible, most ignoble people that create nasty code in our image, after our likeness.
...And this is a thought so sad that you might as well stop reading now.
“O friends, not such tones! Let us sing something more pleasant…”
I hope my summary of 2023 --- begone! --- can amuse you. The dear reader might have seen all this before. But I’ve thrown in some nice music: Adieu Foulard, a classic from the West Indies (as played by me).
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