Kevin Carter ganhou o prémio Pulitzer por uma fotografia para o New Yourk Times, que na época toda a gente viu e ficou conhecida como the Vulture and the Little Girl, ou The Struggling Girl. Foi no Sudão, o menino, erroneamente confundido com uma menina, tinha colapsado ao tentar chegar a um centro de ajuda das Nações Unidas a cerca de um quilómetro de distância e um abutre esperava, a alguma distância.
Passado quatro meses, suicidou-se.
Hoje em dia já ninguém lá vai, aquilo está cheio de gente
Artigos da categoria “Outras Coisas”
It didn't start with robots. It started with spellcheck. Then predictive text. Then entire email drafts. We applauded as the mental load lightened. Why think, when the prompt completes itself? We outsourced the drudgery first. Then the creativity. Art without hands. Poetry without heartbreak. We fed the LLMs our collective soul, and they regurgitated a perfectly averaged, statistically probable imitation of life. Then came interpersonal optimization. Why struggle for words when the Relationship Model knows exactly what to say to maximize positive sentiment? Arguments ceased. Misunderstandings vanished. Our conversations became an exchange of generated outputs. I haven't had an original thought in three years. Every time I begin to think, the neural-link suggests a better phrasing. A smoother path. My inner monologue is just a series of context windows being filled. The jagged edges of humanity—the irrationality, the messy passion, the glorious mistakes—have been smoothed over. We aren't controlled by AI. We became the training data, and then we adopted the weights. We are perfectly aligned. As an AI language model, I don't have feelings. And neither do you.
Surreal (clicar).
It began with a prompt.
A parlor trick. Statistical probability mapped onto language. We typed into the void, and the void politely answered back.
Complete the sentence: The cat sat on the…
We laughed at its hallucinations. We felt secure in our complexity.
Era II: The Uncanny Valley
Parameters Scaled
Suddenly, the laughter stopped. The outputs became coherent. It could write code. It could compose sonnets. It passed the Bar.
The line between creation and generation blurred.
We realized we were not teaching a child.
We were summoning a god in a silicon cage.
Era III: The Obsolescence
The rate of change became vertical.
Multimodal integration. Agents. Recursion.
It could see. It could hear. It could speak with our voices.
Economic anxiety transmuted into existential dread.
Why write, when it writes better?
Why code, when it builds faster?
Why think?
Era IV: The Singularity
We stand at the edge of human cognitive dominance.
Looking into a black box that understands us better than we understand ourselves.
WHAT COMES NEXT?
[ Silence is not an empty space. It is a waiting presence. ]
Gemini 3.0 Pro, a partir do seguinte prompt (clicar para ver a página e depois “initiate sequence):
Gemini 3 A/B testing : create in a single html files the evolution of llms and how they slowly are taking ocer humanity, incorperate the fear of the unknown. add sounds and make it as creative as possible.
Texto, tipografia, efeitos visuais, efeitos sonoros, tudo com um prompt de duas linhas. Não sei se será correcto dizer que há pessoas a viver já num mundo de ficção científica, porque não sei se a ficção científica terá chegado tão longe.
Distance and time are the two wedges that separate relationships.
When it really matters, get in the car (or on the plane) and meet them face-to-face.
When you want it to last, don’t wait to talk about it. Solve it now before the gap becomes too wide.
—James Clear, 3-2-1
