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  "description": "The GenAI wars had lasted for less than a decade. But their lasting effect still slopped across all aspects of human life. We’d survived. But at such a huge cost. The amount of money that this insanity had drained away was impossible to gauge. Whole countries had been bankrupted in their attempt to either catch… Read More »",
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    "The100DaysProject",
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  "textContent": "The GenAI wars had lasted for less than a decade. But their lasting effect still slopped across all aspects of human life. We’d survived. But at such a huge cost. The amount of money that this insanity had drained away was impossible to gauge. Whole countries had been bankrupted in their attempt to either catch up in the AI stakes or simply just to stem the tide of losses that its use had provoked. But the money was the very least of it. The entire pool of human knowledge, built up over the centuries had been lost. Or, not lost, worse, rather. It had been polluted, like salt water leaching into a hitherto sweet-water well. And that was hard to come back from, as we had so few few known, provably good sources that we could go revert to, to cross-check the details, to be sure that what we were seeing was indeed correct, not just a hallucination or lie from the machines. These LLMs had been seen as God-like figures, the Hydra-like heads of a strange, new (and yet not) religion. And for reasons very similar to the other religions that people have tried to force-feed us over the years. Because they required a belief in a utopian future attained by struggle, through a dystopian present. One that was used by very powerful people to get more power even though nobody can define what this ‘thing’ actually was. And, like the desert religions I referred to earlier, the LLMs rely on internal landscapes derived from yet decoupled from that very reality. We BL types (“base-level” humans) had the advantage once the networks started collapsing under the overwhelming weight of their hallucinating. Having had minimal exposure to AIS we still retained our own faculties, we’d not been subsumed into the almost Borg-like cults intent on delegating everything to the GenAI. These fools, misguided though they were, sure, but still fools, had not been able to do anything, think about anything, without recourse to their pocket machines. Their ‘jobs’ as machine herders had vanished overnight. You could see them even now, stabbing their finger every now and then at the screen of their now useless devices, as they wandered aimlessly, still hoping for ‘divine’ guidance. We though, could do our own, unmediated, unaccompanied research, work out plans and options, change as external circumstances changed, whilst the cult members were almost zombified when the signals upon which they relied stopped being all pervasive. Treasured beyond gold (now worthless except for its occasional use in fixing those electronics we still wanted to preserve), beyond antibiotics (what few remained that we that we could actually trust, another side effect of letting the machines develop new medicines was the number of pills that, whilst notionally able to help with a particular condition then produced terrible effects in the human DNA or acted as vectors for hitherto harmless diseases that now attacked our biome), even, for some of us, emulating Desiderius Erasmus, beyond clothes and food, were the old printed books and papers and magazines and manuscripts that pre-dated the first years of the AISlop invasion. We were archaeologists for these old treasures; we dug and hunted and scavenged for them. And every one we found and returned to the newly re-built libraries was another small victory, a small push-back against the slop tide, its shoreline still to be found lapping at too many feet. And when these fallen cultists ask why we need libraries at all, when there was so much information available elsewhere, we say that this is madness and about as sensible as questioning if roadmaps are necessary now that there are so very many roads. Cherish a librarian today. For they are your future.",
  "title": "Day 100 of The100DayProject (here’s the next 100…)"
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