Parents who raise their kids on realistic content are performing a kind of soul circumcision without anesthesia, and they do it proudly. they buy the little books about sharing and recycling and how divorce is okay, sensible books, vetted books, books approved by some committee of childless phds who decided that dragons are psychologically destabilizing. and then this denuded little creature grows up and wanders out into a world that is absolutely crawling with dragons, real ones, humans who feed on humiliation, women who collect men like scalps, landlords, banks, algorithms, addictions, each one an ancient monster. and the kid has nothing, no stored narrative of the small weak thing prevailing, no memory of stones becoming bread or dead girls waking up. his parents gave him nutritious facts and he stands there starving in front of his first real giant with a stomach full of information. meanwhile some other kid whose grandmother filled him with absolute garbage, nonsense talking wolves, magic beans, boys made of wood, walks up to the same giant and something old activates in him. he knows somewhere deep in the meat of him that giants are a problem with a known solution, that has been handled before, by smaller people than him, with worse weapons
The world breathlessley reads a papal encyclical and enters anither week of hotly debating the Odyssey
Yet humanities programs are being closed all over.
Refreshingly honest and gets to the heart of the matter. I wrote about this for @TheFP a while back. Machines that free up time force us to ask what free time is *for.* The liberal arts are the answer to that question. It’s in fact what the term “liberal arts” means: the things worth doing with your free time.
It follows, though, that using the time-saving machine to do the liberal arts *for you*—letting them summarize books, or write songs, say—will end you up with lots of free time and nothing much worthwhile to do in it.
It’s upsetting to watch so many people be led to believe a software feature created from human exhaust is an alien intelligence.
It’s a psyop. LLMs are a clever way to compress and search large databases with patterns. They have now inhaled effectively all of human knowledge. From this point, there will be spikes of improvement in narrow areas, but the big models are already collapsing from inhaling their own exhaust.
The core technology is at least 40 years old. Neural networks are nothing new. We’re just attaching obscene amounts of computing and data to them.
The physical nature of an LLM is literally just a database of tokens (word parts) and weights (relationships) that can be queried. It is not magic. It can be made deterministic by setting the entropy aka temperature to zero. It is a clever way to store an immense amount of data and retrieve it through token predicting.
“Agents” are just LLMs being queried in a loop. They take exponentially more energy and suffer the same problems as chatbots—hallucinations and sycophancy—but exponentially more complicated to solve.
In reality, it’s all a category error. It’s a mirage created by the desire of a small group of elites to build a technological and financial moat around themselves. “AGI” is the McGuffin, the plot device, to serve as the messiah that will deliver people from the toils of everyday life.
The broligarchs are trying to sell us our own replacements. According to them, we won’t have to drive, or work, or think anymore. The robots and AI will all do it for us.
It’s the oldest con there is: magic beans.
Your chatbot is not your Jesus or your girlfriend. Your Claude instance is not intelligent. It’s a search engine for human knowledge stolen from the internet and the destruction of physical books.
So please understand. You are witnessing the biggest financial bubble in all of human history based on deceptive marketing, astroturfing, and cult dynamics. You are not witnessing the birth of a new intelligence. Unfortunately, that’s a battle we’re losing.
ME: fuck, this spreadsheet is going to be unreadable
ENENTARZI (Sumerian accountant whose soul is imprisoned in my Excel program): O great scribe, by the blessing of Nadu, perhaps a pivot table?
ME: hey thanks man
ENENTARZI: Truly this afterlife is a wondrous and blessed one