The room is all white. A coterie of attendants ushers you in, cooing like a flock of sirens: “Good to see you!”; “What’s on your mind today?”; “Where should we begin?”; “How can I help?” Your pulse quickens, whether from flattery or fear, from disgust or desire, you don’t know. You are the guest of honor, or the trophy quarry, to be fattened and groomed…
An elegy for now
AI distorts our conception of time & space. Everything is totalized yet summarized, immediately available yet degrees removed. Look up, look around—the answers may lie outside the engines.
