Faced with ChatGTP . . .

January 5, 2023

 

The first time I heard about ChatGTP was in late December 2022. My older son Sean was about to stop in for a visit with granddaughter Kiera on their way to Colorado, when he tells me, excited: “I want you to write this down. ‘c h a t g t p.'” And then Sean, a lifelong coder who began by studying robotics in college, started talking incredulously and effusively, about the capacity of this particular chatbot.

I did write the strange word down, but didn’t pursue the tip until they arrived, two days later, and we spent the entire first evening (out of only two evenings, after four long years) making up questions for ChatGTP to “answer,” problems for ChatGTP to “solve.”

Shaking our heads, in wonder.

Yes, it’s wild, even unnerving.

And, BTW, it turns out, NOT politically neutral.

 

https://amgreatness.com/2022/12/30/chatgpt-is-seriously-woke-a-i/

 

And please check out Joe Rogan’s session with Bret Weinstein, #1919.

Rogan, unnerved: “it feels like a person talking. . .”

 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=erHB-oOdGOk&ab_channel=BroJogan

 

“Where’s Clif High?” — the logical, enculturated part of me cries!

“We need him now to make sense of what’s going on with the seemingly incipient AI archontic takeover!”

So MUCH I want to “say” about this seemingly sudden development. But I can’t do it today. I just can’t do it. I need to be in a “place” where the invasive technocratic transhumanist algocracy can’t get to me.

 

 

If a chatbox, no matter how seemingly universal, in the sense of scouring up everything on the internet that is ever said in any language, its algorithms working with seemingly infinite permutations of word strings —

then the key is to move beneath language,

to the spacious presence within

(and without) 

that will eventually goad us

into re-membering other gifts

we humans carry with us always,

without recognizing that we do.

For example, telepathy.

The map is NEVER the territory.

 

 

 

J P Sears Re-members 2022 . . .

January 4, 2023

 

Oh gawd, here we go . . .