Botched Little Animals

The human brain itself — that mysterious maker of metaphors — has through the ages been portrayed as (a) a hydraulic pumping system, (b) a clock, (c) a telephone switching network, (d) a digital computer, and, now, (e) a large language model. In constructing machines, we also construct ways of seeing the world, and ourselves.

We build all these systems and we complain about them as if they’re out of control, as if they’re controlling us, but we build them.

Analogous to a code base, no?

We complain about the state of the world, but guess who constructed the world in the state that it’s in?

technology is a repository of human desire, a full critique of any machine needs also to be a critique of human desire. We’re the machine’s makers before we’re its victims.

Could someone please get me a mirror.