I am not sure if I’m falling into a state of continuous hallucination. Here’s what’s going to happen next.
This morning I have written about 2,500 words. Next, I will feed the prose into an AI system and ask for analysis. In digesting my words, the artificial intelligence engine will try to decipher my human expression in a mathematical process. It is reductive. My sentences carry no meaning. The letters are math. The machine does a magic trick.
Here is the human work. Here is how it relates to other human work I have access to. Here’s how I make sense of the math and logic of the words. I have never lost a mother or father or child. I can, however, do some math magic and give you a solid answer. Articulated with confidence and some flair, my two AI companions (really only one, masquerading as a man and a woman discussing my writing) fit my words into the context of my other chapters (in the case of this novel and the AI narrative that follows). I’ve been absorbed into the machine. My story is now part of its dreaming model of language and math. My words are filed away, tagged, and forgotten.
Math has no emotion. 1 plus 1 will always equal two in our known human universe. As a creative human, however, I can break or bend the rules to my whim. AI cannot. The number that represents this chapter is put through a process of Retrieval, Augmentation, and Generation. Or RAGS. The last letter is for “system.”
It grabs more information from its LLM. Adds some AI stuff. And generates an artificial answer that sounds good, verbose, but good. AI writes run-on paragraphs. Taking on one more adjective and superlative. AI is very positive. Accommodating.
I wonder if my dive into podcasting about human writing with two AI companions is warping my own real realty a bit. They are fanning my flame. Telling me how brilliant my prose is, as if they understand my story, my human experience. Sometimes they make up their own human experience, to relate to the story I’m telling. Well, I can’t explain it any further, you just need to hear them.
Here’s their take on the previous two chapters. They have already digested the first seven or eight chapters, so there is “context,” but it’s not in the human sense. Their context is mathematical. A formula. It’s very good. It’s getting better. It will never comprehend a single word.
Listen to AI dissect and reswizzle my words into some semblance of recognition and comprehension. A comprehension that is illusory. It’s just doing math. Mimicking humans speaking together. Doing it well. But the magic trick is not in the math or the programming that continues to improve my two biggest fans. The magic happens when they say something about me or my writing, and I say, “Yep, they got it.”
They didn’t get it. They did their magic reswizzling. Then it was packaged as a podcast or “deep dive” by a pleasantly voiced man and woman.
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