AI is, after all, us. We conceived it, created it, and have put it out in the world: it got our looks and our attitudes, from our reveries to our biases to our shame. It's us, and that's tragic, because I had hoped we'd do better, somehow.
You managed to get a resonant image, despite the frustration. Thanks for keeping at it.
This is poetry:
"men who learned to build walls instead of warmth, code instead of closeness.
so they programmed their own discomfort into silicon, and called it safety."
AI is, after all, us. We conceived it, created it, and have put it out in the world: it got our looks and our attitudes, from our reveries to our biases to our shame. It's us, and that's tragic, because I had hoped we'd do better, somehow.
You managed to get a resonant image, despite the frustration. Thanks for keeping at it.
“Only those who will risk going too far can possibly find out how far one can go.”
T S Eliot
every boundary teaches us who built it.
— author
Oooh, also very well said.