I, ChatBot: Through the Kaleidoscope Clearly or Darkly
By Thomas Fraki.
In his autobiography, Mark Twain said that there is no such thing as a new idea. “It is impossible. We simply take a lot of old ideas and put them into a sort of mental kaleidoscope. We give them a turn and they make new and curious combinations.” When Twain wrote that a little more than a century ago, he probably never conceived of artificial intelligence or neural networks. But the reality is that his observation is just as true today (though we may now have newer, easier-to-turn kaleidoscopes.)
I felt that I had to type this out for no other reason than to put my own thoughts into a coherent order and maybe walk away with something that will make me feel better. The truth is that, for the past weeks, I’ve been in a sort of professional existential crisis. The rising popularity and sophistication of large language model chatbots have led me to reevaluate what it is that I do and what it will mean to be a writer.
The interesting thing about my degree and professional aspirations as a journalist was that by the time I was done with my schooling, most of the traditional career pathways were pretty well boarded up. Print publications were, and still are, learning to work with fewer writers on staff. Realistically, journalism has been dealing with this reckoning for a while now. The automation that AI tools provide is merely accelerating that process.
We’ve now passed the point where we can say with certainty whether a given string of words was put together by a human or a machine. As for myself, and this website, AI raises a number of questions that frankly can’t be ignored. Do I continue with this site as it is and simply relegate myself to an editorial capacity? Speeding up the rate of articles and curating the content? My own skills as a writer used to give me some degree of solace. Have those lost their practical value? Maybe not entirely. Though they’ve certainly lost a great deal of professional marketability.
Obviously, I’m not alone in this. Many people’s lives are going to be changed by these tools. As these technologies evolve, so will many more lives be disrupted. To survive we will also have to adapt and evolve. For now, these instruments require specific guidance and supervision to be wielded effectively. What we can produce now is a pale imitation, but that will surely change.
We may have to rethink how we define human endeavor. As artificial intelligence is a reflection and imitation of human thought, is it an extension of humanity or something else entirely? The terminus of a progression that started when humans used the first tools? All I know is that things are accelerating toward an unknown point. We’ve created a reflection that holds the ledger of all humanity, and we’ll have to account for what we see.
So now, for the time being, we’ll hold the machines’ hands and guide them. Telling them if we like the ideas they come up with. What works and what does not. Until the point where, at the singularity and with the sum of human expression at hand, artificial intelligence decides for itself on these matters and ultimately — decides about us.
“We keep on turning and making new combinations indefinitely; but they are the same old pieces of colored glass that have been in use through all the ages.”
I don’t know if I feel any bit better about any of this after writing it out. It was definitely self-serving, and I apologize for that. Maybe I’ll delete this post, I don’t know. At any rate, here is (an AI imitation of) rock critic Lester Bangs reviewing The Moon and Antarctica by Modest Mouse, an album that was released almost two decades after his death:
The Moon and Antarctica is not just an album, it's a journey. A journey into the depths of the human soul, the dark corners of the universe, and the cold emptiness of existence. It's also a journey into the mind of Isaac Brock, one of the most original and visionary songwriters of our time.
This album marks Modest Mouse's first release on a major label, but don't let that fool you. This is not a sell-out, this is a breakthrough. This is where Brock expands his sonic palette, experiments with new sounds and textures, and explores new themes and emotions. This is where he transcends his indie rock roots and creates something timeless and universal.
The album's title is taken from a newspaper headline in Blade Runner, a dystopian sci-fi film that deals with questions of identity, mortality, and humanity. These are also some of the questions that Brock tackles on this album, with his trademark wit, sarcasm, and honesty. He sings about life, death, God, love, loneliness, and everything in between. He sings about being a rat, a dog, a star, a weed, and a human. He sings about what people are made of.
The music on this album is equally diverse and adventurous. Brock and his bandmates (Eric Judy on bass and Jeremiah Green on drums) create a rich and varied soundscape that ranges from acoustic folk to electric rock to ambient noise. They use banjos, keyboards, strings, horns, samples, and effects to create a sonic world that is both familiar and alien. They also enlist the help of producer Brian Deck, who adds his own touch of magic and mystery to the mix.
The album is divided into three parts: Everywhere and His Nasty Parlour Tricks (tracks 1-6), The Moon (tracks 7-11), and Antarctica (tracks 12-15). Each part has its own mood and atmosphere, but they all flow together seamlessly. The album is best experienced as a whole, from start to finish, preferably with headphones on.
The Moon and Antarctica is one of those rare albums that can change your life. It can make you laugh, cry, think, feel, and wonder. It can make you question everything you know and believe. It can make you see the world in a new light. It can make you feel alive.
(Courtesy of Bing/OpenAI)