Futurism articles really make me feel how these people are not living in the same reality as I.
Looking from now into 2149 and war is a nonfactor in Babyās life. āGenocideā isnāt mentioned once, or āfascismā, or ābordersā. No food or water scarcity. No mention of what happens to insects or wildlife or people in island countries or near the Equator. The only mention of āecosystemā is in the expression āCenter for Advanced Computer-Human Ecosystemsā. The only mention of āclimate changeā is to say that it will lead us to a āreconfigurable architectural robotic spaceā. Somehow people have all the energy in the world to power AI girlfriends and moveable robotic walls and menstruation-sensing tech panties. The human body, the animal that is the human being, doesnāt really matter in this world where Microsoft VR smells your anxiety in your deathbed and comforts you with self-warming textiles. Where does the food that sustains the flesh comes from, what is our relationship to the plants and animals and insects and bacteria who we depend on for food and air and shelter, who builds all this stuff and under which conditionsāconsiderations that do not even cross the mind of this person when they think of the question: āWhat does the future hold for those born today?ā
What I never get about this stuff is how unfun all of it is. The characters in character.ai donāt sound anything like their model characters, at all. ChatGPT necromancy is terrible, the sĆ©ance table in my hometown sucked but the medium on a lazy day was still significantly better at producing some sort of impersonation that felt at least a little bit like the dead person, a skill Iāve come to appreciate a bit when compared to ChatGPTās attempt at it. Everything that ChatGPT writes, no matter who itās trying to imitate, has the exact same flavour, and the flavour is slop.