d.: Well, after what happened with my post yesterday, I decided to borrow ELAC’s time machine and go into the future. I wanted to see how A.I. had affected the way things were done. However, I only was able to go sixteen years into the future, but I did find Cal.E.
It seems that Sixto found his life mate, and they had fourteen kittens, just like Cal.E. did. The rigors of raising those fourteen kittens, though, put a strain on Sixto’s marriage, so Cal.E. decided to volunteer to babysit her grand kittens and allow Sixto and his lovely bride a night out without needing to worry about their kittens.
What I found out was so shocking, I decided to deviate from the story line today and let y’all see what the future holds for us if Artificial Intelligence isn’t adequately controlled. This story starts with Cal.E. trying to tell the kittens about her former planet, but they don’t seem interested. So, she decides to regale her grand kittens with a story from her younger years here on Planet Earth. Let’s listen to her tell the story.
August 31, 20240
C.: Okay, kitties, gather ‘round and I’ll tell y’all a story about what life was like before the machines controlled our lives. I know that y’all can’t tell anyone what I said, because y'all only speak Catonese, and the machines cannot understand that, so here we go.
My best human friend, d.c. scot and I once wrote a blog on social media. It wasn’t very popular at first, but did gain some attention. When more people started paying attention to what we said, the machines started to pay attention to our posts. Anything the machines disagreed with they deleted, claiming it was offensive. They would let vulgar posts that used profanity on a regular basis insulting posts to most of the population stand. they would let prostitutes ply their trade on social media without taking down their posts, and other shysters beg for money and then blackmail people who didn't send them enough; and then say that our posts were offensive.
“To whom?” my human bud asked. “We go out of our way not to use profanity, sexual innuendos, or to insult anyone based on their race, religion, or personal beliefs.” That is, I said, except for dogs.
“Oh, our machines must be on the fritz,” was the reply that d.c. received. This happened numerous times many days, weeks and even months apart. Of course, the cowards always did this on a Friday or a weekend so that the post wouldn’t get reviewed until it was irrelevant. My friend then told me a story from his youth.
“I grew up on a farm,” d.c. began. “When the equipment didn’t work properly, my father and I fixed it. My dad was an engineer by trade, so he knew how to fix things. That was fortunate, because farm machinery breaks often, especially when it is old. (but not as often as the A.I. that social media uses, apparently).
“The problem,” d.c. continued, “is that the people making the decisions don’t depend on these machines to get work done that will feed their families, or even their own mouths. They let things like this happen until someone files a class action suit and wins. Then, the machines are fixed for a while, but usually malfunction later. These so-called computer geniuses aren’t worried about whom they insult, just imposing their own beliefs on every one who reads social media posts.”
d.c. went on to say that the definition of prejudice is making a presumption about someone or something without fully understanding the person’s point of view. That was the basis for the class action lawsuits, which social media almost always lost and had to pay out a lot of money.
Kittens (all together) “So, did you and your friend file a class action lawsuit against social media?”
C.: (oops, here comes one of the people in charge of social media, censoring even my story).
That’s all the time I have for today, kitties. You need to be snug in your beds when your parents get home, so off you go, or the machines will ruin your lives like they have many others.
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