in 1992. Worked on rasterization to get rid of jaggies.
Watched as the power of computing advanced at breakneck speed. Saw video become the shooting match.
Suspected the entertainment factor of video, games, video conferencing, PowerPoint presentations would evolve into its own economy.
When the Smart Phone arrived, the switch from analog to digital, was complete.
The immediacy of information from the shared resource of the internet, made memory almost obsolete. Practice to perfection is for the professionals in a field.
I am very afraid that Hal will control the human experience unless measures are taken to stop the money machine. The commitment is so ginormous there is no stopping it beyond failure.
In spite of some wanting to go back to the "purity" of the 50s, that is not going to happen.
This is going to be resolved by the younger generations who have no to little concept of the analog world. Their minds work differently.
I don't think AI has advanced as far as it will, but my son, who works for a company that relies heavily on building algorithms, sees it seeping into everything.
He worries about companies becoming Macrohard. Practicing his sweeping methodology, to stand out, if it comes to it.
He can hit a nail and change a tire, but beyond that, he needs YouTube.
We are selling our minds to a machine and from what I'm reading, not caring if the machine screws up because nobody will know.

It sucks. And for some extremely bizarre reason, it's targeted at white Christian conservatives.

Don't patronize this garbage. AI slop needs to die the horrible death it deserves.

It's bad enough that I have to own a cell phone (my wife and kids coerced me into that) and lately now a cell phone seems to be necessary for "two factor authentication" too.

I don't go shopping for a new cell phone until I lose or break my old phone. Then I spend a few days searching for the most primitive 4G LTE cell phone I can get.

When I was a feral young creature I lived out of a post office box and there were no cell phones. My parents and my siblings didn't always know where I was living and could only hope for the best. Sometimes it wasn't for the best. Thankfully I survived to tell the tales.

Now, as a parent I'm happy my own children have had cell phone since high school and I can call or text them. They've never ignored my occasional inquiries for more than a day or two. And I'd prefer they not wander out into the wilderness alone without their cell phones.

But there were so many times in my youth when I needed solitude to keep my mind straight --to be swimming in the surf naked on a deserted beach or running through a forest. A cell phone would have ruined that.

These newer cell phones (and I mean anything that's a flat Steve Jobs style slab) are the stuff of my dystopian nightmares.

I took note of that.

I want to be more like them (but without all the violence).