I was meeting Anopheles, my winged friend, after a long time. For some reason, her visits to my house had dwindled. Maybe she had found food closer to her own place.
Anyway, I said hello, and asked her how she'd been.
'Well, not bad, I'd say. And you?' she replied.
I said our whole world has been upended by this thing called AI.
'What's that?' she was curious.
"It's like God," I told her. "It's omnipresent, and omnipotent. "
"What on earth does that mean?" she asked, quizzically, arching her eyebrows (in my imagination).
I said, 'Wherever you go, AI follows. You go to a seminar, it's about AI. The news, ditto. You can't turn a page (or scroll one) without AI hitting you in the face, it seems.'
"But what is it, exactly?" she was more mystified than before.
"That I am not so sure about," I was honest. "But I know it's pervasive. Apparently, we humans are about to replace our natural stupidity with this intelligence, which knows everything and can do anything better than we can."
"Well, it doesn't have a lot of competition, I'm afraid. Look at Donald Trump. Even an average mosquito can beat him. You don't need AI to do that." she said drily.
"Forget Trump. What I am most afraid of is that it'll start writing my blog, and telling me what to reply if you ask me a question. What will happen to my grey cells? Will they go into cold storage?"
"You seem pretty proud of your grey cells. Tell me, what's the solution to hunger, in your world, or mine - the mosquito world, I mean.
"A blood bath, for your world," I joked.
"And yours?" she persisted.
"Importing American corn, under threat from Trump, I suppose. " I replied.
Reflecting on that, she bade goodbye, and promised to come and visit more frequently.
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