The Spirits we Summoned:
Could I get rid of them?
– #shorts upon request –
And off they run Hall and steps / Get wetter and wetter / What a ghastly inundation / Lord and master, hear my cries / Ah, my master comes at last / Sir, I'm in desparate straits / The spirits I summoned / I can't get rid of them (Goethe, The Sorcerer's Apprentice)
The Spectre of Artificial Intelligence is haunting the world.
A Ubiquitous Spook having long since taken possession of all our knowledge and belief.
A Phantom, proving a Megalomaniac Ruminant of all digitally processed, written and audio-visual recordings, having manifested its presence in all of mankind's minds, mother-tongues and media.
I feel it in my fingers / I feel it in my toes / AI that's all around me / And so the feelings grow (Algorithmitised Cover of Wet Wet Wet‘s, Love is All Around)
An Oz, emulating a virulently growing and proliferating Monster of Algorithmic Patchwork of human know-how, sciences; hypotheses, theorems; fiction, pseudoscience; science fiction … sense … non-sense.
A Pied Piper, infiltrating our senses, perception, consciousness and conscience.
A Master of Replicates and Surrogates, dominating our physical, intellectual, emotional and spiritual being.
A connecting principle / Linked to the invisible / Almost imperceptible / Something inexpressible / Science insusceptible / Logic so inflexible / Causally connectible / Nothing is invincible / If we share this nightmare / We can dream / Spiritus mundi / If you act as you think / The missing link / Synchronicity (The Police, Synchronicity I)
An Intrinsic Frankenstein, whose horrifying evidence of cicatricosa will soon be fading into the grey of our phlegmatic Awareness of the Present, Memory of the Past and Vision of the Future.
An Amorphous Digital Juggernaut, having digested our Sense of Reality and Common Sense, will only serve to be delivering Plagiarisms of our Senses and Ourselves, leaving us no choice but to succumb to the easy terms of dying, while hungering for humane being.
How about your plans for the future?!
Frame of Reference
I’m Sorry Dave! Shall we play a game? - Cal Caleido’s Substack