You Don't Have To Reach For The Stars

The frontier AI companies races themselves to reach AGI and Super Intelligence.

Tech companies races themselves to adopt AI so they’re not left behind.

Every employees races themselves so they’re not left behind by colleagues that efficiently uses AI.

We shaped our speed, pace, energy - so it matches a machine. An machine that endlessly produces tokens. While they produces 67 words per seconds, we struggle to read 6 words per second. So we build a system around it, that we need to bend our way to be more confident with what the machine produces.

Back then, the labour did races with machines too. One holding hammer bending a steel bar, the other holding a button that pushes the hammer to bend a steel bar.

You can see and check a steel bar quickly, but you cant check and see that 1.000 files the AI just generated. So you thought - how can we see those 1.000 files and easily check it like checking a bent steel bar.

And it was not just the steel being bent. Our way of talking, bent by machine that want to talk like us. We ended up talking like them. It’s not an accident, it’s a gradient where we all seems to be going.

The gradients of AI, gradients us towards a singularity. Not the singularity of where AI is finally super intelligent. But singularity where we eventually becomes the machine itself.

We used to offload our hands so the hammer is a machine.

Now we offloaded our brains so the thinking is of machine.

God knows, the finish line of human is not the stars.

It’s earth. Soil that covers their mouth.

Humans will not be satisfied with a starful of gold. They will reach for the second stars. A third one. They only stop when soil sealed their mouth off.

Some reaches the finish line earlier.

Should you reach the stars? There’s nothing wrong with that. The number of stars in this universe are probably enough for everyone.

yet - you can hear someone out there, “one star is not enough for me”

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In fairness, everyone has their own star.

And everyone has their race.

But the opponent is never other racers. It’s their own deadline. A literal deadline.

The bakery owner races with their client orders, and the other shops.

The cashiers races with their customers and the other cashiers.

Everyone had their own races.

Some stomped on others along the way.

So, have you filled your eyes with stars, or filled your stomach with soil?