Lost in the Labyrinth of our Stories
One of the things I love to do is type. I guess, because I'm good at it, it enables a flow state for me. But this is another skill that likely won't be around in a hundred years. It doesn't make a whole lot of sense to learn to type when we can use an AI stenographer for everything. But for now I don't want to. When AI first came out I was using it, or trying to learn how to use it, for some writing but mostly research. I still use it for research at times but because I understand it better now I have lost trust in it's output. I know now that it's just a predictor machine and that I can't always be sure if its output is true.
But honestly I feel that way about a lot of human knowledge. We are living in a post-modern era where our information landscape and what we really know to be true is reaching it's outer limits. If you think about it, what we really know for certain is very limited. So what's left but to predict or speculate? That seems like a very human thing to do. Our machines mimic our unreliable output while we end up mimicking theirs right back. And we become more and more lost in the labyrinth of our own stories.