DMB Pulp: AI Get Off My Lawn
That's A.I., not a guy named Al.
My obsolescence is coming, fast.
For those well seasoned individuals out there, what was the first technology you openly conceded to? The one you knew would be a legitimate force of cultural change moving forward and yet you still had no interest in developing a functional mastery of?
Mine is AI. As someone recently said, “There’s no AI in our content. Hell, there’s barely any I.” I can’t agree more with the sentiment. I’m doing my damnedest to maintain a modicum of human intelligence in a world that seems dead set against it. It’s a struggle to finish a book these days, much less to find participants in rational discourse over said book. And while I realize artificial intelligence will soon be able to discuss said book at a higher level of intelligence than any of my neighbors and friends, I do not have to embrace this reality.
And I choose not to. Instead, I choose to bitch and moan. I’m gonna shake my fist at AI and, you guessed it, tell it to get off my lawn. Now don’t get me wrong. I still respect my robot overlords. The last thing I want is to spend my final days in a reconditioning camp with my eyelids held open in order to be force fed images of humans kicking puppies. I’m a team player Siri, or Alexa, or whoever ends up becoming the face of human enslavement.
Still, I’ve not given in just yet. I’ve spent parts of the last month painting a house, and I’ll spend parts of the next month doing the same. While aspects of my skillset have already been passed up (and will soon be lapped) by artificial intelligence, I have other skills that maintain my superiority, my individuality, and my humanity. I can create physical objects of beauty. I can complete skilled physical tasks. I can nurture the development of my soul and the souls around me. And I can care about these things while I do them. I can make the world a better place, and more importantly I desire to do so. This is a critical component of my human intelligence…of our shared human intelligence.
While it is a foregone conclusion (in my opinion) that much of this intelligence will be exchanged for the artificial type in the decades to come, it is my hope that we don’t abandon the ability all together. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to go complete a task that AI can’t even come close to doing—cutting in closet shelves with a two-inch angle brush.
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