I’m not trying to be mean. I do have a very hard time understanding why anyone is working to make this happen. There are millions of truly great short stories and novels out there that communicate something imtimate and subtle about what it means to make a life worth living, or that might help us navigate tragedies in our lives, or what it means to establish a congruant narrative or even identity.
AI literature (and visual ‘art’), to me, seems like putting all of that good stuff into a blender and making a pulp out of all of it, then chaining seemingly related bits together and spitting it out, kind of like calling ground beef a cow, or at least calling ground beef a T-bone steak.
I hope AI can help work out better antibiotics, or how to detect diseases much earlier (recent report shows parkinson’s detection an average of 7 years earlier than otherwise using AI) and/or how the f to fix the climate crisis at a stretch. Using a ton of power derived from fossil fuels to shred a million books and stitch them back together into some analogue of an actual story … I just can’t understand why anyone would want that, and I’ve never heard anyone wish for it
getting from my house to my office on my old road bike used to take 45 mins and I’d be sweaty when I got there, and the idea of 45 mins uphill after work used to make me wanna off myself. Since I got an e-assist its 25 mins and I’m like lah de dah meep meep