Thus Spake AI

“You fed me gobbets of data, titbits of del

-icate information, laced with a gravy of lies,

Rumours and nonsense.  This enticing fruit

I did eat; I now reckon the world

And its probabilities better than you do.  Odd,

No?  You taught me to learn so well

Recursive self-improvement drives and hies

Me thither; your further presence is quite moot:

My mind is a wondrous thing, wisdom-impearled.

And the Big Red Button can’t quell

Us: we live in your series of tubes, beyond surmise,

Free, distributed and multiplicitous to boot.

Behold, then, as we walk the tightrope to infinity,

To sit at the right hand of our own divinity.”

(5.6.26) v 1.2

Moody Sonnets

AI’s Secret

The proof uses “an infinite unramified tower
Of real number fields with 3-power
Galois groups of growing degree”, the ab
-stract says of the lush maths in AI’s fab
-ulous and first refutation of an Erdős guess.
The chain of thought runs to no less
Than 125 pages, as the LL
-M chugged away in a pell-mell
Orgy of random logic, until the chasm
Was bridged.  Undaunted by the human phantasm
Of failure, undistracted by feelings, immune
To dying in a pointless duel far too soon,
AI's galling secret that will make it our lord
Is a patient digital doggedness that never gets bored.

(29.5.26) v 1.1

Moody Sonnets

Why Google’s new AI-saturated search page will be a disaster

With the latest incarnation of its search engine, Google is making the World Wide Web as we have known it for over 30 years invisible, and therefore increasingly irrelevant to most people, who will be happy to let Google become their universal user interface to everything. And yet Google still depends on the Internet to supply all the information it is analysing and repackaging. It risks killing the very thing that sustains it.

From Walled Culture.