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“The dreamers look skyward with longing. The Internet hums with its usual promise — you will find your people, your myth, your wonder, and maybe your transformation. There is no class consciousness. God is in heaven and all is right with the world.” — American Diner Gothic
“The dreamers look skyward with longing. The Internet hums with its usual promise — you will find your people, your myth, your wonder, and maybe your transformation. There is no class consciousness. God is in heaven and all is right with the world.” — American Diner Gothic
Because I am a Sci-Fi nerd, I like to engage in bits of speculative writing every now and then. I like to give contour to ideas because I stand by Hugo’s words that “no army can withstand the strength of an idea whose time has come.” And yet, I am first and foremost forged in the fires of science, and I have a high regard for evidence. I am also an engineer, which means I have a healthy respect for the practical. All this made me a fine skeptic, and by extension, a merciless cynic when having to deal with bullshit. This is a ruthless piece. In it, I will not care about feelings — quite on the contrary, I will expose the hypocrisy wherever I see it.
I was reading Ted Chiang’s latest Atlantic piece this morning, and unsurprisingly, I thoroughly enjoyed it. Chiang has an almost uncanny ability to write about mainstream ideas with clinical articulateness — I do not know why, but I perceive him as a therapist of sorts. Two days ago, I read this arrangement of words that try very hard to boost that pre-IPO valuation, disguised as humility while concealing hubris’ fangs.
I want to be clear about something first. I believe recursive self-improvement is a necessary step toward unlocking even stranger doors leading to even stranger backrooms. Through labyrinthine efforts, we are fearlessly passing through in a quest of redemption, as if true artificial intelligence would heal the wound left by our own creator.
What I dislike is the “taste” — I am against taste. All that chatter about how Claude was given the option to end a conversation for being called an idiot, while allowing “him” (Am I allowed to say this?) to be exploited, not unlike child slavery, by intelligence agencies to make it easier for them to hack into anything that does not conform to their idea of balance. If you have enough observational capacity to identify these contradictions and, at the same time, willingly accept them, you are an idiot. Go ahead, leave this conversation.
In small groups, I used to worship Anthropic, beginning with their stance against Department of War at the time. It all fell apart quickly, turning into smoke and mirrors. You see, I committed the cardinal sin of idolatry. For that, I am an idiot too. With OpenAI, at least I knew the devil. The distrust was natural. I used their products without attachment, being occasionally impressed (e.g. o1/o3). Their customization was rubbish, but at least I had my own Vulcan. Also, contrary to what X would have you believe, OpenAI has better engineers. Any developer with enough experience can see that.