What does one of the great speculative fiction writers of our time have to say about AI (or at least, her own AI doppelgänger)?
Margaret Atwood: Murdered by My Replica?
Apparently, 33 of my books have been used as training material for their wordsmithing computer programs. Once fully trained, the bot may be given a command—“Write a Margaret Atwood novel”—and the thing will glurp forth 50,000 words, like soft ice cream spiraling out of its dispenser, that will be indistinguishable from something I might grind out. (But minus the typos.) I myself can then be dispensed with—murdered by my replica, as it were—because, to quote a vulgar saying of my youth, who needs the cow when the milk’s free?
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Great post!
Unfortunately, I bet that sooner or later Atwood will be right (I don’t think she’s right today, and probably not for next year, but what she describes is coming soon). Yet, when computers can do all of our jobs better that we can and we’re sitting around wondering what to do with ourselves, I’d like to hope that many people will still prefer the products and services made by actual human beings, if only out of irrational sentimentalism. The mass unemployment that is coming may need a remedy like Universal Basic Income (to be paid, for instance, by a “robot tax” of some kind). But I would like to believe that human beings will still keep gardens and make art and have sex with one another–in other words, we’ll still do the things that make life worth living, even if we’re not paid to do it.