If human intelligence, at present still bound to the human body, is one of the driving aspects, if not t h e driving aspect of human evolution, one could easily assume, that the Anthro-pocene must be followed by the liberation of Intelligence from the dragging hardship of the organic body-existence. (Haven’t we, looking back-wards, experienced the ana-logy that came out of the middle ages? Didn’t we listen to the religiously and/or eso-terically-minded prophets, craving for the separation of body and soul - freedom in paradise…
And so we have the transhu-man future ahead of us, which some people (they are numerous!) can hardly wait for. And some of them are certain and heavily exited about the oncoming age of Friedrich Nietzsches Super-man.
Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Hold your trans-animated horses! May I interrupt the pretty and sterile narrative? Did Nietz-sche, this tragic Greek, this full-of-live Dionysos of a time to come, really mean the eclectic, the electric impulses of an absurdly mind-blowing Computer, more super- than ARTifiicial Intelligence? (Big Brother is thinking you! - Or, with the help of Descartes blinking bulb: You think me, (AI,) therefore I exist.)
After your one-way, and therefore chat-less GPS, that navigated you and your car only now and then right into the middle of nowhere, pro-claiming proudly: you’ve reached your destination! - a rather nihilistic approach to destiny, I’d say; after that you might have been wondering: what’s next? (If there is anything after nowhere…)
Well! The answer is here: The chat-happy GPT. (Alphabe-tically consequent: after S comes T - your cup of tea? Wait where it sends you! -
Or shouldn’t you wait?)
The machine - this pleasure inducing, still somehow strange entity - if it is one - the machine - this weapon for cruel action, for blood sucking: it offers death and destruction on the altar of a new age, offers another, a new faith, offers another world; and again it is a world beyond - beyond man at least - again and again: a world beyond… - the machine - saviour of billions, cleaner of a hot and choking atmosphere, that man created - and his/her machine. - the machine - saves us from the machine - it evolves, so it seems… the good machine shall overcome the evil machine, so it seems…
The machine, indispensable! - needs your blood… and thought… and most of all: your spirit.
So I wish you the best spirit of all spirit: the one that’s close to you… and close to your body?
A.D.
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