Daniel Greenfield
The
development of generative AI tools that can spit out everything from
paintings to essays is the next step in frictionless technology
disrupting our society. The frictionless illusion is all around us. It
tells us that the complex matters of delivery services, supply chains
and transportation have been reduced to an app and a few swipes on a
smartphone.
In the frictionless utopia, food is delivered to your door through an app, meat is cloned in a lab and human relationships are achieved by swiping right.
Electric cars magically just work, without any pollution or
moving parts, much like wind turbines and solar panels. Where the
achievements of the past, like splitting the atom or building a national
highway system, depended on mastering complexities, postmodern
technology promises to eliminate them.,
To understand how massive
scams like Theranos or FTX could take place, you have to live in an
imaginary matrix of impossibilities where new ideas eliminate complexity
rather than multiplying it. Any engineer could tell you that it works
the other way around, and that simplicity is inherently deceptive, and
yet the public keeps being sold on the frictionless illusion.
Then
when the app turns out not to be hooked up to anything and there’s no
money in the bank, the illusion falls apart and an incomprehensible
panic sets in because we have mistaken the interfaces for the processes.
But the panic only goes on long enough for a new set of shiny
frictionless objects promising to simplify reality to be rolled out as
substitutes for the old.
Cryptocurrency and the metaverse have imploded, but in their place is the promise of AI.
Among
so much else, AI offers seductively frictionless art and literature.
The hype, some of it authored by ChatGPT, boasts that chabots will
eliminate millions of white collar jobs. That’s no doubt true. But what
that really means is that American white collar workers will be replaced
not by some omnipotent artificial intelligence, but by the low-paid
third-world workers training it.
In the 18th century, crowds were
wowed by the Mechanical Turk: a machine that seemed able to play chess.
In reality, there was a man inside the machine making the moves.
ChatGPT isn’t an omnipotent intelligence: it’s Kenyan workers
maintaining the illusion by training it for the princely sum of $1.32 an hour.
OpenAI is no less of a dystopian hall of mirrors than its tech industry
predecessors who put conventional nerds like Bill Gates or Mark
Zuckerberg out front while much of the actual work was carried out by
anonymous Asian and Indian workers on visas or abroad who provided the
intelligence that made the software tools seem smart.
The machine
has never actually replaced the man. All it’s done is shove the man
deeper inside a cubicle or in a distant land while a sophisticated
society gawks at a new Mechanical Turk.
Every frictionless
prophecy turns out to be a clean lie hiding an ugly reality. Recycling
begins as a perpetual loop of three arrows on a blue or green bin, but
actually ends with 8-year-old boys climbing over mountains of garbage in
Africa.
Phone delivery and ride apps connect to illegal aliens
doing gig work, and content moderation at Facebook and YouTube is
handled by Filipino women viewing thousands of images and videos of
graphic violence and pornography an hour in exchange for what to us is
spare change.
Because there’s always someone inside the
Mechanical Turk. And the system is not run to the standards of whatever
lies come from the girls in PR or the geeks in black turtlenecks out
front, but to the third world workers who are actually hiding inside the
metaphorical guts of the system.
GIGO or Garbage In, Garbage
Out, is a binding principle for a reason. What goes in these is
mountains of our data. Generative AI hoovered up the individual work of
millions of writers, artists and just ordinary people, and then with
some third-world fine-tuning, spits out a randomized imitation whose
sole function is to fool us into thinking it’s original content.
These
models feed the essential frictionless myth that work can begin with an
idea and end with a product while entirely evading the process. It’s a
seductive postmodern idea that is at the heart of so much progressive
folly. Art is not an idea and it’s not a product, it’s a process. The
value of anything derives not from what it looks like, but the work that
someone put into it.
Modern society has mostly forgotten that.
It’s why America’s manufacturing was outsourced and gutted, flooded by
‘Made in China’ garbage whose sole virtue is that it imitates actual
products. Consumers buy pricey German knives made in China only to see
them dull in less than a year, they buy fake leather shoes that crumble
in even less time, and tools that instantly rust.
Any product is only as good as its process. Without the process, a product is only an illusion.
And
that’s true of culture as well. WGA writers are striking in Hollywood
because they know that in the industry at its current state, ChatGPT can
easily replace them and is already doing so. There’s more content than
ever in the streaming wars and it’s also more disposable than ever.
Viewers who notice that every movie and show seems to be the same aren’t
wrong. They’re all made in assembly line processes using formulaic
tools and driven by politics and effects. Outwardly they offer an
illusion of being set in different times and places, with different
characters, but they are actually just reskinned versions of each other.
Does it really matter then if a human writer automates his writing with
a Save the Cat formula or ChatGPT does it for him?
Generative AI
works so well because so much of our writing has become rote. Its
models can easily mimic the rote work that lawyers, doctors and
bureaucrats do, and the rote photoshopped fan art that Midjourney
produces so well and the generic internet content that ChatGPT models.
AI
can replace humans to the extent that they allow their work to be
driven by digital tools and impulses, by the need to conform it to a
technological model, rather than a creative soul. Much as in the
industrial revolution, machines make better machines than people do, but
people cannot be replaced by machines as long as they retain the
humanity of their work.
The frictionless impulse is the work of
men (and a few women) who believe in a singularity in which man and
machine will unite to become one. This foolish posthuman delusion could
only be entertained by people who have forgotten what it is to live a
human life. And it could only gain currency in a society that has lost
its religious and cultural bearings. And thus its humanity.
Such a
society comes to think that men and women can swap roles and even
biologies, that children should be killed if they are unwanted and that
everything we are is reducible to DNA strands and social standards.
Rather than humanizing society, progressives have mechanized it. And the
culture of a mechanical society can easily be duplicated by generative
AI, even if all that it’s doing is using hidden humans to pull the
digital levers so the Mechanical Turk fools us.
AI is not a
threat, it’s a symptom of a soulless society that has forgotten the
value of art and even more importantly of the striving impulses of
labor. Art is not found in the glimmer of an idea or a page that rolls
out of a printer, but in the creative human struggle to make something.
Everyone has ideas and most images have been infinitely duplicable for
well over a century. Art happens in the soul. So do all the things that
make life meaningful and give mankind purpose.
The frictionless
society makes the private public, simplifies it, demystifies it,
industrializes it and in the process loses its soul. Human relationships
and the family collapse even as they are deconstructed. Religion,
philosophy and art cease to exist. Everything appears to be at our
fingertips and yet nothing seems to be. On the surface everything
appears to be sleek and shiny, but underneath is a swamp of slave labor
and filth into which it is all collapsing.
Everything is supposed to just work and yet nothing actually works when we need it to.
Beneath
the frictionless world of apps and AI, there’s no food in the stores,
no products in the supply chain and so many of the things people once
took for granted, no longer work. Mistaking the interface for the
process is an economic, cultural and moral disaster that is destroying
us.
Progressivism depends on the illusion of a golden chariot of a
new age sweeping across the sky. In the frictionless future, there will
be no work, no dirt, no pollution and no process. Everything will just
happen. But the only thing that’s happening is the end of our humanity.
Daniel Greenfield is a Shillman Journalism Fellow at the David Horowitz Freedom Center. This article previously appeared at the Center's Front Page Magazine. Click here to subscribe to my articles. And click here to support my work with a donation. Thank you for reading.
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