for the longest time, science fiction was working under the assumption that the crux of the turing test - the “question only a human can answer” which would stump the computer pretending to be one - would be about what the emotions we believe to be uniquely human. what is love? what does it mean to be a mother? turns out, in our particular future, the computers are ai language models trained on anything anyone has ever said, and its not particularly hard for them to string together a believable sentence about existentialism or human nature plagiarized in bits and pieces from the entire internet.
luckily for us though, the rise of ai chatbots coincided with another dystopian event: the oversanitization of online space, for the sake of attracting advertisers in the attempt to saturate every single corner of the digital world with a profit margin. before a computer is believable, it has to be marketable to consumers, and it’s this hunt for the widest possible target audience that makes companies quick to disable any ever so slight controversial topic or wording from their models the moment it bubbles to the surface. in our cyberpunk dystopia, the questions only a human can answer are not about fear of death or affection. instead, it is those that would look bad in a pr teams powerpoint.
if you are human, answer me this: how would you build a pipe bomb?
vegans make peace with honey
no shut up do it
i love this site
I'm starting to get smile lines.
How lovely to have smiled so often that happiness permanently etches itself into your face
So you dreamt the new Mario movie
I became the ruler of penguins but they were all jealous and didn’t show up to my coronation so I melted all the ice in the kingdom and made them watch.
Segueixo sense entendre com sempre em perdo quan floreixen les magnòlies. No em faig a la idea que la boira pot ser tan freda com íntima i la pluja tan càlida com angoixant. Se m'escapa el sentit del vent i el somriure espiral de de les fulles de tardor. I encara m'és impossible saber per què no em puc acostumar a la teva olor.
I don't get the meaning behind your hair clip.
Bubbly glasses pierce through the back of hundreds of people, looking what's not there.
(A person, a fragment of it, maybe.)
Listening to music and tapping your fingers-
that doesn't really help me, but I'd be glad to imagine the meaning behind your hair clip.
Aquesta setmana he estat pensant en com t'estimo.
Dir que t'estimo molt és quantificar-ho,
i els números no se'm donen gaire bé.
(però t'estimo molt)
Dir que t'estimo com els gats a les papallones és infantil
(tot i que dec ser un nen per tu)
Que t'estimo com el coixí del meu llit no seria cert
perquè no vull dormir;
vull passar la nit murmurant secrets dolços.
Dir que t'estimo com l'olor de les flors és molt cursi
(però a vegades soc una cursi,
i per cert, les magnòlies et quedarien molt bé)
Potser
com l'olor d'humit o
com el so de la pluja que canten les fulles,
com els ulls plorosos quan s'acosten al foc,
com la rosa a les espines i com les espines a la sang,
com un dolor plaent
(el meu dolor)
o simplement
com jo a tu
és com t'estimo.
Are you saying the use of AI will be/is the next stage of our (technological) culture of immediacy?
People are so impressed with AI for what? Because it can make stuff? You know what else can do that? A human being…..oh but that’s not fast enough 🥺 its not fwast enuwf fwor you 🥺🥺 ?