I fired my brain, a satirical tale
A(i) satirical tale
I was coming from a barbecue with a friend and while he was driving he started to talk about a relationship's PURPOSE. Oh! Big word. He asked me what was my relationship PURPOSE because I should have a clear one. It's like a business, he said. My brain was circling a little. My friend was not asking about life themes such as health or happiness. "So what is your relationship purpose?" I said I don't know.
I left the car wondering again about the PURPOSE question, and it seemed I didn't have a clear purpose. NONE. NADA. I was uncomfortable and let this to be as it is: uncomfortable.
The very next day, I received (like always) one more Substack about AI. One part of the text was about the promptification of humanity and how, in fact, humans have always been prompt-driven creatures, as every conversation is a prompt. So my friend's question was just a dynamic that is replicated between user and AI, prompt and answer. What is your relationship's purpose was the prompt. My answer (I don't know) was perhaps a hallucination.
I kept reading the Substak post and got exhausted, again reading about our ability to think and create is compromised and how we can rescue our brains to stop them from turning to mush ------- because we have lost the capability to properly think. OH!!
I realized that indeed these LLM's are giving me an opportunity: to finally mush my brain, truly and genuinely, mushed.
Before it was mushed I had to divide my attention between being mushed and doing some reasoning. Now I send all the reasoning to my assistant on the screen.
From now on, I grant my bots all my cognitive processes, my reasoning, my math, my bills, my grammar, my problems, my work, while I go deeper into questions that actually don't matter, sentences that are raw, halfway-through thoughts. Mush.
The ability to say "I don't know" is something that belongs to humans and not to LLMs. Mush.
I did call another friend to ask: Do you have a relationship's purpose?
And he answered me, "Oh no, I wouldn't have one!"
We then laughed a lot. My friend, as always, brought back again a story from when we were cave people, or farmers, or pagans before the invention of money, he loves to repeat the word " culture".
I didn't agree or disagree. I just laughed.
If the conversation were about purposes, we could have our bots talking to each other, but the conversation wasn't about purpose. Perhaps it was purposeless.
Purposes, and optimization of days and relationships, schedules, business, the obsession with maximizing all our Potential, multiplying money, is part of this new illusional possibility of having AI do it all, and at same time.
So little by little I give to my team of bots all the cognitive work, my cognitive brain. The tasks, the math, the grammar, the decoration, the theses, while I am left alone and mushed, finally.
The intense feeling of the void. It's truly amazing.
not smarter, not less smarter. numb feels nice.
I texted my friend two days later and wrote: I do have a purpose in life!!! it's to make each day a living art piece. I did ask if this counts as I should be maybe embarrassed of writing it.