Dec 17, 2025
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Today's fake is called AI, but that puts the problem at the wrong level: Fake is always, and only us, encouraging aliens…
How to calm down a digital medium?
Ing Raul Gabriel
Today's counterfeiter is called artificial intelligence, but this also takes the matter to the wrong level: the counterfeiter is always and only us, putting up with the alienations we have created since the beginning of history.
We understand on different levels.So through the complex and unique filter through which we each approach reality, we must acknowledge that each event creates an indescribable range of meanings based on an infinity of variables and shifting factors.We get caught up in unpredictable and often unfixable nuances.In terms of free time and bulimia, it is important to remember that using the same terms does not guarantee understanding or discussion.Let's think about the word relationship.Albert Einstein no doubt said this as did billions of other people, which means unrelated but distant.
This is not a banal caesura in the singular metric of utopian thought, but a real etymological distortion.
Relationships between people are always the result of an approximate and rough average due to the excess or lack of content, which in their origin has the stain of constitutive semantic instability.
Such is the rich humus from which Babylon is continually renewed, but perhaps in danger from the dystopian and somewhat naïve promise of the myth of universal translation.
An example of this discrepancy concerns the meanings associated with an interesting aspect of the digital world whose most profane manifestations date back at least two decades.In 2003/2004 a collector friend who designed derivative products for a powerful multinational banking company in London realized the enormous potential of digital autopsy, sketching an application to which he gave a suggestive name: Perpetu.It was too soon and, as far as I know, that was it.At the time the issue concerned more the practical consequences of death than anything else, such as the management of virtual heritage and its methods.The progressive interpretation of an increasingly osmotic user-customer relational potential has enriched the subject with a wide range of other problems.Management plays a fundamental role.A new distributive religion that promises the most ambitious solutions to human desires (with a few exceptions: to me this idea of eternity seems like a disgrace that I wouldn't even want to touch).
AI does not create anything from scratch, in the most radical sense of the word.I mean, it can't create some reality that doesn't already exist, perhaps encrypted in the meanderings of an inherently unstable and metamorphic reality over many years.What AI does is collect and control the power we give to computational architecture so that it can synthesize convincing and functional representations, dubious surrogates of absolute spirit, its arbitrary permutation.amputated with the (combinatorial, statistical) subject-object binomial, which is replaced by human-objective object objects. time hardware.
It is not He who offers a catalog of alternative universes, but it is we who constantly seek illusions as placebo psychotherapeutic aids, to reflect the materialization of worlds that do not exist in that form, deceptive answers to our frustrations and hopes.
Changing perspective is key.
Feeding the religions that are similar to the technologies that bring them a useful alternative and communication that opens up the free expression of desires to create deep imaginations.AI is us, it cannot be changed, it is presented in a device and the limitless amount of software can appear without it.
Wanting to talk to the dead is a story as old as the world, as is the tension toward infinity, a generally vague and fideistic concept that requires no concrete understanding.The alter ego of the fire, the flash of lightning, the sicily clearly reflected in the family lariat, the mid-19th century medium with its cheap tricks and the like, are naive palliatives of an incurable disease.And providential.The premise is real and the result is completely imaginary.Today's cheater is called AI, but that takes the matter to the wrong level.Today's danger is always and only us, who have faced the strangeness that we have created since the beginning of our history.
AI is inherently neither false nor true.This happens with the new, obsessive, multifaceted pragmatism only because we guiltily confuse its levels of relevance with the realm of choice and reject the answers.What remains is the magmatic reflex of a humanity unable to evolve from its primal animistic instincts through dull, mature choice.The great challenge of modernity.The road to digital spirituality, the strange invention of mysticism that we are now unable to deal with, is a failed road from the start.Disaster is not immediately obvious, it is structured in a deviant and invisible educational process embedded in everyday practice, and its deviations are formed over time.
The speech is very unpopular, if only because the masses of users have abandoned their critical sense for the multi-colored kaleidoscope offered by shrewd schemes of market trickery, which helps to survive, not to grow.The new dimensions are there, but they don't belong in a device we like to think of as the new pocket alien pantocrator, post-syntax, lightweight, affordable, customizable.
The illusion of eternity inherent in the number is so silly that it is often confused with any concept of permanence.However, the permanence of the data trapped in various hardware and software linguistic devices, once created, is inexorably separate from us and does not convey any form of existence, but will only cause further fragmentation of the broken mirror that is ready to believe other users ready to believe in a completely imaginary mode of eternity.
The multicolored fringe of narrative processing on artificial intelligence must be meticulously emptied and brought back to the almost inexhaustibly fascinating front of an effective revolution of the actual.The last terrible defense of concreteness, free from the stubborn proliferation of childish and criminal fools, lest we suddenly find ourselves faced with a humanity full of empty illusions, vomiting in an ocean of dissatisfaction to which no one can answer except bombs and guns.
