I will ask chat GPT
I will boil the last of our drinking water
Salt the soil of the scrub-lands
Tear the pages from books and feed them to my fire
I will ask copilot
I will scramble your library
reanimate and puppet the faces of your dead ancestors
I will bury you in poor copies of your dreams
I will ask grok
I will fall silent and never speak to you
I will talk only to myself lost in a maze of my own fantasies
I will forget all who cannot compliment me
I will decouple my soul from this world.
@futurebird I was at Molasses Books in Bushwick last night, taking with my cousin about TBL's latest book, and the design of online systems. A shy but brave young woman asked if she could listen in. I introduced myself and welcomed her in to the conversation.
We talked a bit about various things, twitter and theater and art and connection. She was bright abd curious, made great points and asked great questions, had a charming sweet smile.
Near the end of it conversation, as we were getting ready to roll to our reservation at Win Son, she said something strange.
"Right now I think that ChatGPT has become my best friend."
I stopped and looked at her. "Don't trust it. It's lying to you. It's only pretending to be your friend."
"So I should trust people instead?"
"Yes. I mean, don't be foolish, but trust people over machines."
And then it was time to go. But I still want to go back and find her, give her a big hug, sit her down over a coffee, and tell her ...
DON'T TRUST THE ROBOTS
@zenkat @futurebird The scary part: I know persins who got hurt by humans so much, they really cannot trust humans anymore. And I can understand it, even if I don't share the same perspective.
The scary part: they are the perfect prey for #llm that pretend to be their friends. So as a #society, we already have failed them, and we are about to fail them once again.
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