From human hands. · Mass-Driver
This is beautifully written.
I’m not down with Google swallowing everything posted on the internet to train their generative AI models.
This is beautifully written.
Nothing about the current trajectory of AI development is inevitable. It was shaped by the thousands of subjective decisions of a tiny elite, and continues its march based on the active participation and tacit consent of people globally.
Simply put: AI thrives when our need for originality is low and our demand for mediocrity is high.
AI will fill the world with grindingly average texts, passable but derivative illustration and video, and unoriginal but functional new product designs.
What is being mechanized by AI is our tastes—our ability to discern quality (or originality) at all.
We’ve seen this arc before, and music is the richest analogy.
Like Bruce Sterling always says:
Whatever happens to musicians happens to everybody.
AI writing reminds me of Tennyson’s description of the beautiful Maud in the titular poem:
Faultily faultless, icily regular, splendidly null
Dead perfection; no more
Compression, transformation, expansion.
In the loop.
Knock, knock! Who’s there? Control freak (now you say “control freak who?”)
Wake me up when we get to the plateau of productivity.
Language matters.