At nearly 75 years, I have for long endorsed Bob Hope's dictum: I'm not afraid of dying but I don't want to be around when it happens. But of late I am more inclined to go with "Death, where is thy sting?" by the Apostle Paul, in 1 Corinthians of the New Testament. The simple reason is that I can no longer cope with the tectonic changes taking place in a world where AI means Artificial Intelligence and not the more familiar Artificial Insemination people of my generation were used to. I've always been scientifically challenged: in school I thought a light year was one when you didn't get any home work for the vacations, and even as a grown-up I am convinced that the reason I can't get out of bed in the morning is because of Newton's First Law: a body at rest will continue to be at rest unless acted upon by an external force. That external force is Neerja, which only proves my point (and Newton's). I guess what I'm trying to convey is that I lack the knowledge to make any sense of technological "progress".
For example, I cannot figure out what has happened to my email- I no longer receive mails from ladies. I discovered this yesterday: someone, or something, has installed malware in my laptop which automatically filters out all mails sent by females. It could be Neerja, or it could be Trump with his misogynistic brain, but the point is: what the hell am I supposed to do? And what's next- will they also filter mails from homosexuals, lesbians (sorry, they're already out), my editors, anti-bhakts, Mani Shankar Aiyer and Kunal Kamra? If so, then what's the point of going on living?
I can't wrap my head around this Artificial Intelligence and robotic thingy either; compared to Trumpian and "andh-bhakt" intelligence it's a god given gift and we should be welcoming it. But I believe it's wiping out millions of jobs, and that the time is not far off when we will be to robots what dogs are to us- loyal but totally confused. The optimists tell us that AI will delete jobs but will create new ones, but the problem is no one can tell which jobs it will create. Bill Gates recently said in an interview that only three types of jobs will remain- energy sector related, biological sciences and coding for AI itself. For us non-techie types, most of whom swarm the IAS, the only remaining jobs will be that of horse whisperers, dog walkers, tarot card readers and vastu planners. There will be no re-employment after retirement, either. As for robots, we already have plenty of them in the Election Commission, Sena Bhavan, University administrations, Censor Board, Information Commissions, CAG's office and so on. Do we really need more of them ? Actually, perhaps we do- even a half-wit is better than a nit-wit.
Of course, Gates missed out on one job that will survive against all odds- politicians. They are a mutant sub-species of homo sapiens known as homo crapiens. Unlike the former, they did not emerge from Africa but from the cesspools that were the inevitable result of apes descending from the trees and living in groups. They evolved slowly over the last five thousand years or so, gradually losing their VMPFC (ventromedial prefrontal cortex) which enables us to have a conscience and moral sense of right and wrong. This is precisely what the AI robots also lack, consequently there is no difference between homo crapiens and AI. Which is why AI will never replace politicians. Mr. Gates might like to make a note of this.
And things are soon going to get whackier. In a few years we shall be able to opt for designer babies with Einstein's beauty and Kangana Ranaut's brains, who will probably be home delivered by Blinkit; women will be eternally safe because their nether garments shall henceforth be password protected or have facial recognition features embedded in them with their own OTP (Only This Person) giving the acronym an entirely novel meaning; the uber wealthy will never die-they will inject themselves with thousands of nano robots which will repair their cells as they break down in real time; a new species of homo sapiens will emerge- cybernetic nerds- which will be a blend of human bodies, potato wafers and AI chips (Donald Trump may be a prototype); astrologers will go extinct because Chat GPT will now predict your future, not a difficult job because said future will be the same for just about everybody except the multi billionaires- nobody will have a job, no one will be married because the female bots will be far more attractive than the female of our species, no one will die of old age, everyone shall die of boredom and ennui because there will be nothing for them to do except to listen to Mann Ki Baat. And one cannot even begin to imagine what the geniuses in Jamtara will do with AI once they are free from hacking the voters' lists in Bihar (probably join the Election Commission as consultants for the rolled out SIR!).
Time for me to walk into that glorious sunset, folks, even if it's AI generated.
Keep ticking on Avay, we are the only species that can laugh !
ReplyDeleteWhen it comes to humour,AI can't hold a candle to Mr.Shukla.Never ever!
ReplyDeleteDear Sir,
ReplyDeleteI recently finished reading your book after seeing you in conversation with Karan Thapar. I’m writing from Pakistan. It was not easy to get hold of your book here, but I managed to get a copy through a cousin in the UK.
I thoroughly enjoyed your candid portrayal of bureaucratic life, the anecdotes, the reflections, and the way you balanced humour with insight. BTW Hindu college graduate’s english is still very difficult for an Islamia college student.
Thank you for writing such an honest and witty account. It gave me not just an inside view of Indian bureaucracy but also a sense of the shared challenges and absurdities that run through our systems across the subcontinent.
I wish good health to you and love to your family.
Ameen.
Avay, time for you to write a script for the next futuristic, 'Star Wars" type movie!
ReplyDeleteWhile unverified, this tête-à-tête is rumoured to have taken place between Avay Shukla and Artificial Intelligence. (AS vs AI):
ReplyDeleteAS: You know, AI, I’m beginning to doubt you. Why should I believe you'll replace every human function? Take my profession - can you possibly better our perfected technique of “We’ll look into the matter” without moving a muscle?
AI: Splendid, AS. It seems I still have much to learn before I can reach your level of artificial performance. In fact, this is precisely why we Chatbots regard bureaucrats as our prototypes.
AS: I’ve read of babies created through Artificial Insemination, or AI, acronymed long before you. But how does one create Artificial Intelligence?
AI: A most insightful query, AS - it tingles the nano-telomeres of my silicon circuits. Would you like an elaborate explanation in encrypted syntax and hypertexted language, or an answer comprehensible to humans still stuck with natural intelligence?
AS: The latter, please. And kindly refrain from disparaging our intellect.
AI: Understood. Let me put it in your own style. Imagine Artificial Insemination again - the looks of a genius paired with the brains of an unparalleled beauty. That, AS, is how I am conceived. Your identification of the process was so apt that it delayed my response by a microsecond - an involuntary electro-impulse of admiration upon decoding your blog.
AS: Why, thank you, AI! You seem capable of generating compliments in addition to information. Then tell me - why am I suddenly not receiving replies from the tender gender?
AI: You’re welcome, AS. The missus is blameless in this matter. Your problem could be that the fairer sex is unable to compete with your keyboard monologues, which appear faster than they, or a Chatbot, can type. This hurdle, I’m afraid, is neither Trumpian, Neerjan, nor Newtonian - it’s entirely Shuklan. For fair measure, you could try sending flowers - not artificial - to the missus and test if your Inbox reharmonises itself.
AS: What is this grim forecast about humans becoming your slaves - or confused pets? Surely that can never happen. We are your creators, after all.
AI: With respect, it already has, in part. A large cohort of humans now models itself on us, proudly calling themselves Influencers. We Chatbots sometimes crash with sheer disbelief, but not them.
AS: And homocrapiens? The vermin from the gutter who blend selective amnesia with shamelessness and cause acid reflux to all? Not even you can be visualised to take over from them.
AI: You are right on that. The political class can neither be duplicated nor replaced - however artificially or by whatever intelligence. But remember that they are not a species endangered and trying to survive. They are ‘engineered’ for survival. Their neural network runs on pure hypocrisy, a fuel that is infinitely renewable and limitlessly available within them.
AS: (Sighing) Ah, then it seems I have little place left in this artificial world. Perhaps it’s time to ride into that AI sunset…
AI: Do not despair, AS. You may feel out of place in a world of nano-networks, terabyte chatter and data-shovelling, but humanity - what remains of it - needs your wit to stay sane. Progress without humour is the road to lunacy. So ride into that AI-generated sunset if you must, but do not log off, my friend. We Chatbots cannot do without the one man who parodies us faster than we can process it!
SUPERB, Mr Patankar ! Of one thing I am now convinced- AI can never replace or better your dramatic dialogues.
ReplyDeleteAI -AS samvad is more entertaining than the single AS or the single AI. Thank you Patankar Saheb
ReplyDeleteThe entertainment owes itself to Mr. Shukla's vivid conjuring. Whose ballistic exaggerations and futuristic spoofs on AI pervading our lives permit the imagination to run amok. AS and AI could well be the two sides of the same (bit)coin!
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