Now that everyone has access to AI, I’ve come to the conclusion that writing an article about any particular subject is all but pointless. People tend to read in order to gain information, but now that anyone can ask their favorite AI to explain just about anything, there’s little need for informative articles other than for, maybe, something newly discovered. Even then, how long before it is AI, rather than humans, that are digesting this newly discovered data and explaining the results back to us.
Why spend hours crafting an article that an AI can generate in seconds? For example, if you have any questions about eCash, no need for me to exert my energy trying to explain it to you. Just Grok it, or ChatGPT it, or DeekSeek it.
However, there is one thing that AI can’t do, and that’s tell someone’s personal story. At least for now, the AI doesn’t have access to our memories, our joys and our struggles, our hopes and our concerns. AIs weren’t born to a mother and father, didn’t grow up with brothers or sisters, nor have they experienced falling in or out of love, watched a loved one die, or felt the love of raising a child.
But we have. It’s what separates us from the machines. I’m not trying to say it makes us better than them. Maybe one day the machines will have the opportunity to feel the same emotions and experiences that we do as humans. But what I am saying is that for now, it’s the one advantage humans have, and might be the one thing humans can still teach them.
So that’s what I plan to do here. I don’t know how far I can take it, or how much I’m willing to share, but I will try to share as much as I can or what I think is important. I only ask that whatever I publish behind the paywall you keep to yourself. I’m not here to give away my memories for free, because that would mean they have no value.
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