Concern for AI – Part 4
What I am about to write has been building in my head, in my heart for months now. The “AI Revolution” is, as we all know, unfolding at an incredible, alarming rate. After more than fifty years in concept and theory, AI is coming to fruition faster than anyone anticipated, a visceral demonstration of the exponential function.
My concerns run deep. The environmental impact is profound. The power consumption is staggering. The implications of a financial bubble should concern us all. Yet what scares me the most is something less tangible and far more important–the loss of what makes us human.
Already people (perhaps you) are using AI to write resumes and cover letters, only to be read by an AI agent so that a human can be granted a job using AI to write more content for which no one can genuinely claim significant contribution, let alone ownership. AI writing emails to be read by AI on behalf of a human. Companies paying subject matter experts who use AI to save time, thereby undermining the very basis for their expertise. This dystopian sci-fi comedy will only result in a planet of idiots.
Elon’s clueless rants about everyone having free time to be an artist or planting tomatoes only demonstrates his disconnection from reality. Long before the advent of psychology we’ve understood that if we don’t work for what we earn, if there is no challenge for the reward, the result is a lack of belonging, loss of direction, and depression.
Haven’t we already run this experiment? Didn’t mobile phones and social media teach us all we need to know about the effects of digital isolation? Now kids are coming home from school and walking past their parents and into their bedroom where they consult their personal AI on matters of homework, bullying, and falling in love. One child guided to suicide is one too many, and that grave was already dug. Humans need humans. We need to be heard, held, and guided by other soft tissue, messy, mixed up beings who know what it means to suffer and feel pain, to heal and try again.
No one wins in this game except the investors who get out just before the whole thing collapses, betting on the downfall to double their returns.
I am done trying to get more done. I want to do less, and do it better than I have before. I want to slow down and live in the moment. I will not use AI to generate images. I will not use AI to prepare my written words. I will not plagiarize to save time. Rather, I will continue to improve my skills in reading, writing, and understanding. I will invest in our shared ability to think, invent, and communicate. I will celebrate colleagues such as Bryan Versteeg, people who dedicate a lifetime to fine tuning their abilities. To counter this AI insanity I am going to spend more time in person, more time listening, more time working with my hands. And if I am the last person on Earth who refuses to use AI directly, so be it. At least I can say with sincerity “This is me, not my digital twin.”















