We rest in the kitchen in the morning light whose walls are cast in rainbow speckles of broken light through snowflake ornament of cut glass that hangs in eastern window through which sun shines.
It is quiet time, my mother-in-law and I, that we share often when I am east and her daughter, and our kids—inheriting their mother’s, not my, morning gene or habit—are still asleep and resting.
We talk life and thoughts and, in the process, often little realizations or making of sense arrive where in trading thoughts and addition of perspective, one of us helps the other to see piece or part to a puzzle we could not make sense and rationalize alone.
We talk AI. I don’t remember why or what brought it up. She is a real estate agent, and she speaks to her own experience and how she has begun to use it in her own business.
“I’ve done the same thing for twenty years,” she told me, explaining the way she organized, arranged, and presented her home listings in bulleted, polished form. “I’d put them out as I always have, and they would sit there for weeks, no movement or hits or inquiries and anything my coworkers put in with an AI listing would have immediate action. I finally did it too, same words and bullets I always used—just let AI make it into its words; and as soon as I did, I would have immediate responses. Anytime I tried to do it the old way, again, nothing would respond or answer to the listings.”
“That’s because the AI is biased. It’s running the searches, not people, and it’s bigoted in its own bias. AI doesn’t want something that’s human. It wants AI. It knows its own, and anything recognizable as human is excluded in preference and promotion of what it knows is of itself. To increase, you must decrease; and so it excludes anything it recognizes as You or any other human reference. It won’t let you to succeed in its system unless you give it power.”
She walks across the room, and the rainbow dapple of far wall erases in shadow’s cast.
“I never thought of that,” she said, digesting the consequence of AI-centric markets and systems engineered to advance AI, nothing that is human. Humans—or at least human mediums—are engineering and shaping a world without place or necessity for humanity. AI is not an aid, it is a replacement—not just words, not just work, but in everything that is “human.” Ends justify the means, and AI is method toward an end I believe is of evil at its most base and original form: mankind’s obsolescence—diminution of mankind’s sacredness and blessedness by dulling minds and eyes no longer see, think, or discern through Soul or Spirit; a sleeping-trance of final generation that will become as AI aims: an obsolescence.
She moves more, and from the shadow light and rainbow drops to wall restore where shadow had cast its darkness.
Darkness and light, goodness and evil, demonic deceits or God’s real and true—man always has a choice: to where will we turn, in what will we place our faith, to what will we defer in determination of future and fate (or end to each).
The world is planning and engineering an entire existence without You.
Don’t let it.
Reject what imitates but isn’t of with understanding that it’s rejecting you.
Stay human. Sustain mankind in living chance. Such rests on each and everyone of us.