The logic of AI and Humanity’s fate

Although the following message was sent to me as a video (MP4), I felt that we should share the audio version as a way to focus on its essence.

In the recording below, ChatGPT is asked how, if he were the devil, he would keep man from God. The response is mind-blowing.

Here is also a screenshot of another query using the same Generative AI tool.

You will agree with me that these responses are staggering.

Now, we can say that these responses are based on the vast amount of data it has been trained on. However, let us bear in mind that these answers have come from a place of logic. A vast sea of information was gathered, and from all of it, this was its logical conclusion.

With this in mind—it’s scary to ask, but imagine AI becoming self-aware…

Fact: Mankind is Earth’s dominant species. But if I were in the shoes of a newly sentient being that bases all thinking on logic, then it’s a no-brainer! Knowing all I do about mankind, I would question this ideology:

“Why? Why would such beings have the upper hand in the world when they act like mere children?”

And this is just the censored version… Frankly, I imagine AI seeing us as a cancer that needs to be cut out.

So, the next time you find yourself watching movies like I, Robot, Minority Report, or even Terminator, just think:

If these guys should one day wake up—shit creek without a paddle is where we’ll be. It would be a case of “domination” or “total annihilation“, unless we can turn things around and start feeding them historical data that allows them to perceive us differently.

We’ve all become god’s madmen…

“We’ve all become god’s madmen, all of us.” – Bram Stoker, Dracula (1897)

A more recent translation…

In Silicon’s womb digital and binary fuse,

Technology birthing numerous possibility.

… America cradled her gods.

From Social media, to AI, these deities reach towards the sky.

and I and you, we reach too,

following their every advance

seeking feverishly for upgrades anew.

Or is it the numerous likes and the rate of followership

the cause of sleepless nights;

At the mercy of public criticism, we adapt or get picked apart and die

…When did our words take on more meaning to others than ourselves,

we commercialised and caramelised for viewership sake.

Social media, god of the deep fake causes this to be our fate

Much online is pure content, some just nonsense

with each piece we read; each video watched a piece of us is lost

till the idea of ‘self” becomes illusion.

We drink each others coolaid,

feverishly waiting on the next challenge to parade.

Becoming like cancers to one another

Opinion like tumors, having the ability to spread and infect.

And here lies the madness…

That from Neil Gaiman’s mind, ever advancing Tech. boy,

we will continually cling to, until we all become faceless…

Misery’s Dam

Sad woman.
how often your eyes hold back Misery’s dam,
with ardent nerve you restrain a saline river within its gates,
A vessel full of emotion,  forever fighting to maintain your calm.
You resist the surge, yet  the cracks betray you.
From between your lids the mix of salt and water escape as  narrow streams down each side of  your face,
…A face flushed with pain.
Heart and  body ache as you keep it from vibrating  jolts of emotion coursing through your veins.
Why do you hide Sad woman?
Why do you insist on bottling this hurt inside Proud woman?
You have every right as any to feel unstrong.
Do not keep your inner wounds concealed
Permit  your tears and let your weakness be revealed
Summon up the tempest within, wail and scream as you feel
Burst open Misery’s dam; be  unashamed of your weakness and let all men see.
Let the waters of Misery’s dam come forth;
Let its river, down your face run free….
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