The irony is that the internet was architected to be a decentralized, resilient "earthbed" of information, but it has been systematically replaced by a series of walled gardens that function like high-stress, synthetic-nutrient hydroponic systems: constant monitoring, high chemical/data input, and immediate, volatile feedback.
The above is an exact copy of an AI-generated response to a conversation I had with Google's Gemini-AI this morning.
I like the ease with which this particular AI matches my idea speed: it picks up on general ideas that I might be subconsiously pushing through my speech (and let's be honest, it's hard to determine what is being consciously versus "unconsciously" written online nowadays) and "amalgamates" it using decades of machine learning and code recognition and pattern matching.
In a way, I wrote the above, because Gemini pulled each individual letter from the alphabet (1-26 letters, of course) and spit them wright back out at me like a Freudian slip on an airplane.
I still think I should not have to feel so much guilt, so much fear, so much desperation, so much loneliness, ultimately, just because I live in one postal code over another.
Anyway I feel guilty for not growing pot because generally people think I probably waste my time by not having a job, but my job is to write stuff and I am proud of still not having gotten paid even ONCE on this page and they still pilfer my words and have the gall to charge us to generate them for us.
Architected? Really? NOT A WORD.
P.S. I might sound angry, and I am, but this has been plesasant to write so I'll call it a freewrite and call it an afternoon.
