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Soula

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So it was a fine evening; I was at my work desk with my coffee, which had just been delivered by a Dasher. I was endlessly scrolling through my X account, taking it slowly sip by sip, enjoying the aroma of the seeds. And that’s when I stumbled upon this viral meme. It made me question my reality like Westworld bot. As a person in a creative profession (at least when I do copywriting), I was just staring into the abyss of my overflowing sink. The dishes have piled up high like the despair in my soul, a veritable Mount Everest of ceramic, metal, and leftover spaghetti. The glint of the silverware was mocking my ambitions, the greasy pots, and pans were whispering my impending doom. And that’s when I realized, like Madris Lidaka said, the creative battle with AI was raging on, and I might be losing. Fast. The Problem: The Never-Ending Cycle Let’s get real. Adulting is hard. Like…real hard. But, Adulting with a creative soul? Damn near impossible. Particularly the relentless Sisyphean task of washing dishes. Just when you think you've caught up, the sink laughs in your face and fills up again with one evil laugh. It’s a never-ending cycle, a black hole of mundane tasks that sucks away your precious creative energy. The Hero's Journey (Or Not) Unlike Frodo from LOTR, who had the singular, epic quest of destroying the One Ring, we creative souls face a far more insidious foe. These greasy plates and stained coffee mugs might as well be indestructible horcruxes, anchoring us to a life of drudgery. Each dish scrubbed feels like another step away from our next masterpiece. The hero’s journey? More like a tragic tale of defeat. Because it’s a CYCLE! Stats Time! Did you know that, according to the Bureau of Labor Statistics, the average American spends approximately 1 hour and 27 minutes per day on household chores, with a significant chunk devoted to dishwashing? That’s over 9 hours a week, 468 hours a year. Imagine the novels, songs, and artworks lost to the abyss of dirty dishes. Even if we get into “super-procrastination, “ I still think we can get more work done. The Dark Side of the Dishes Channel your inner Jedi. Feel the Force flow through you. Now, imagine it being choked by a pile of dirty spoons. The lightsaber of your creativity flickers and dims as you scrub away at stubborn stains. The Dark Side isn’t some far-off galactic evil; it’s right here, in your kitchen sink. So You Think You Can Be Creative? Wash Those Dishes First... (Or Maybe Not) Ernest Hemingway didn’t pen “The Old Man and the Sea” while elbow-deep in dishwater. Jane Austen didn’t craft “Pride and Prejudice” between cycles of washing and drying. Of Course, I know they didn’t live during the digital age. But even if they did, what are the chances that we’d have gotten their masterpieces? Yet here we are, torn from our keyboards and sketchpads, reduced to the banal existence of Home Ec students. The muse of creativity isn’t a fan of dish soap, it seems. No, I am not going to attach photos of my room and trigger your OCD. No, I didn’t mean it LITERALLY! We need a hero, and we need it now. Yeah, I know about AI-based dishwashers. They are the knights in shining armor. These machines are the brave knights ready to slay the dragon of dirty dishes. No more pruney fingers, no more lost hours. Just gleaming plates and the sweet, sweet taste of creative freedom. But I wasn’t just talking about dishwashers, had I? My point is to look at the bigger picture. It’s a universal struggle, a relatable cry for help from creative people everywhere. Imagine a world where AI handles the mundane. You wake up, pour yourself a cup of coffee, and head straight to your writing desk. No dishes to distract you, no chores to drain your creativity. In this utopia, you’re free to craft your next novel, compose your next symphony, or paint your next masterpiece. It sounds like something right out of the old cartoon show Richie Rich. Damn, they got everything predicted. The AI tech in your house can be the unsung hero, working tirelessly behind the scenes. However, our creative juice will be overflowing and we could have more masterpieces. So What is the Solution? The Moral of the Story is to Embrace AI, Unleash Creativity AI isn’t here to replace you; it’s here to collaborate. Think of AI technology as a tool to empower your creativity, freeing you from the clutches of dirty dishes. There is a thin line where the intersection of technology and creativity lies. It should be a partnership, a symbiotic relationship where both humans and machines thrive. On the other hand, even if we get Generative AI to do the work for us, I believe that assessing the output would be challenging as creativity is often person-specific or even situation-specific. Here is a research paper from the Journal of Business and Psychology that fully addresses this ambiguity. So, the next time you find yourself drowning in a sea of dirty dishes and feeling the weight of the mundane threatening to crush your creative spirit, remember: there's hope. This isn't just about conquering the sink; it's about a future where technology empowers our creativity. It's about reclaiming those precious stolen hours and letting your creative spirit truly soar. So, fire up your imagination, unleash your artistic talents, and let AI handle the mundane. The world awaits your next masterpiece, one at a time. So it was a fine evening; I was at my work desk with my coffee, which had just been delivered by a Dasher. I was endlessly scrolling through my X account , taking it slowly sip by sip, enjoying the aroma of the seeds. X account And that’s when I stumbled upon this viral meme . It made me question my reality like Westworld bot. viral meme As a person in a creative profession (at least when I do copywriting), I was just staring into the abyss of my overflowing sink. The dishes have piled up high like the despair in my soul, a veritable Mount Everest of ceramic, metal, and leftover spaghetti. The glint of the silverware was mocking my ambitions, the greasy pots, and pans were whispering my impending doom. And that’s when I realized, like Madris Lidaka said, the creative battle with AI was raging on, and I might be losing. Fast. Madris Lidaka The Problem: The Never-Ending Cycle Let’s get real. Adulting is hard. Like…real hard. But, Adulting with a creative soul? Damn near impossible. Particularly the relentless Sisyphean task of washing dishes. Just when you think you've caught up, the sink laughs in your face and fills up again with one evil laugh. It’s a never-ending cycle, a black hole of mundane tasks that sucks away your precious creative energy. The Hero's Journey (Or Not) Unlike Frodo from LOTR, who had the singular, epic quest of destroying the One Ring, we creative souls face a far more insidious foe. These greasy plates and stained coffee mugs might as well be indestructible horcruxes, anchoring us to a life of drudgery. Each dish scrubbed feels like another step away from our next masterpiece. The hero’s journey? More like a tragic tale of defeat. Because it’s a CYCLE! Stats Time! Did you know that, according to the Bureau of Labor Statistics , the average American spends approximately 1 hour and 27 minutes per day on household chores, with a significant chunk devoted to dishwashing? That’s over 9 hours a week, 468 hours a year. Imagine the novels, songs, and artworks lost to the abyss of dirty dishes. Even if we get into “super-procrastination, “ I still think we can get more work done. Bureau of Labor Statistics The Dark Side of the Dishes Channel your inner Jedi. Feel the Force flow through you. Now, imagine it being choked by a pile of dirty spoons. The lightsaber of your creativity flickers and dims as you scrub away at stubborn stains. The Dark Side isn’t some far-off galactic evil; it’s right here, in your kitchen sink. So You Think You Can Be Creative? Wash Those Dishes First... (Or Maybe Not) Ernest Hemingway didn’t pen “The Old Man and the Sea” while elbow-deep in dishwater. Jane Austen didn’t craft “Pride and Prejudice” between cycles of washing and drying. Of Course, I know they didn’t live during the digital age. But even if they did, what are the chances that we’d have gotten their masterpieces? “The Old Man and the Sea” “The Old Man and the Sea” “Pride and Prejudice” “Pride and Prejudice” Yet here we are, torn from our keyboards and sketchpads, reduced to the banal existence of Home Ec students. The muse of creativity isn’t a fan of dish soap, it seems. No, I am not going to attach photos of my room and trigger your OCD. No, I didn’t mean it LITERALLY! No, I didn’t mean it LITERALLY! We need a hero, and we need it now. Yeah, I know about AI-based dishwashers. They are the knights in shining armor. These machines are the brave knights ready to slay the dragon of dirty dishes. No more pruney fingers, no more lost hours. Just gleaming plates and the sweet, sweet taste of creative freedom. But I wasn’t just talking about dishwashers, had I? But I wasn’t just talking about dishwashers, had I? My point is to look at the bigger picture. It’s a universal struggle, a relatable cry for help from creative people everywhere. Imagine a world where AI handles the mundane. You wake up, pour yourself a cup of coffee, and head straight to your writing desk. No dishes to distract you, no chores to drain your creativity. In this utopia, you’re free to craft your next novel, compose your next symphony, or paint your next masterpiece. It sounds like something right out of the old cartoon show Richie Rich. Damn, they got everything predicted. The AI tech in your house can be the unsung hero, working tirelessly behind the scenes. However, our creative juice will be overflowing and we could have more masterpieces. So What is the Solution? So What is the Solution? The Moral of the Story is to Embrace AI, Unleash Creativity AI isn’t here to replace you; it’s here to collaborate. Think of AI technology as a tool to empower your creativity, freeing you from the clutches of dirty dishes. There is a thin line where the intersection of technology and creativity lies. It should be a partnership, a symbiotic relationship where both humans and machines thrive. intersection of technology and creativity On the other hand, even if we get Generative AI to do the work for us, I believe that assessing the output would be challenging as creativity is often person-specific or even situation-specific. Here is a research paper from the Journal of Business and Psycholog y that fully addresses this ambiguity. Journal of Business and Psycholog So, the next time you find yourself drowning in a sea of dirty dishes and feeling the weight of the mundane threatening to crush your creative spirit, remember: there's hope. This isn't just about conquering the sink; it's about a future where technology empowers our creativity. It's about reclaiming those precious stolen hours and letting your creative spirit truly soar. So, fire up your imagination, unleash your artistic talents, and let AI handle the mundane. The world awaits your next masterpiece, one at a time.

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PS: This story was written in my indigenous language, Pidgin English, a variant of English. I hope you enjoy it. -All misfortune ends up as stories eventually For the longest time, I wanted to run. When you read this, I hope you understand why I did what I did. And you won’t curse me, too. When I was young, I fell in love with various kinds of food. I hated wastage, so I ate whatever I came across, full or not. They called me a glutton and many unflattering names, but my thick hide remained unruffled. Different foods meant the world to me until I found spaghetti. It’s not what you think, no. It’s beguiling and strips you of common sense. The first time I became addicted to spaghetti, the world tilted on its axis. I was floating. Let’s start at the very day my world came unraveled. “Every time carbohydrate. You go dey chop like baby pig, yet e no dey show for your body. Pankere wọ gown.” Mama said when she walked up to me, a laundry basket under her arms with rolls of fat. “Sorry, mama,” I said, slowing down my food. The apartment is tiny and meant to be stuffy, but Mama makes it work somehow. “My pikin, eat o. But eat a balanced diet, eh? I no wan make you get kwashiorkor. E no look good for body. Na so so head and belle remain. You need fat, even if na small. I go buy milk for you when I come back from the market. That milk, wetin dem dey call am again?” Her memory was sometimes glitchy, and I always came to her aid. “Na Complan.” “Ehn ehn, Complan. Na, im be that. You need am make you add flesh for your body.” But what is a twelve-year-old supposed to know about such? Mama goes to do the laundry, and I sit in front of the television, stomach rumbling. “Open the door, person dey knock,” Mama said from the backyard. Her ears are sharper than the talons of a predator on most days. “Nnena, how are you?” A woman in Mama’s size sizes me up, tying her wrapper correctly. “Fine, ma.” I was courteous even though I’d never seen her before. “Your mama no dey?” She asked, trying to peek inside the house. I hold the door firmly, dissuading her from such an act. “She dey backyard,” I responded, not budging an inch. Mama has told me many times not to let strangers in. No matter how they seem. “Okay, I just say make I greet. Before I forget, you fit to give her this? Tell am say na the new product wey come out.” She handed me a sealed product, and my eyes widened when I spotted the name. It was spaghetti. “Who be that?” Mama comes into the room, drying her hands on her wrapper. “I no know o. She just dropped this thing.” I pointed, and Mama’s eyes relaxed. “Ah, na Mama Nedu na. You no know her? She dey sell spaghetti. She say she go drop by.” I heave a breath of relief, staring at the pack of spaghetti, daring me to move forward. I cooked it the next day. Delicious doesn’t even begin to describe it. It finished a little too fast, and I stared disappointed at my empty plate, licked until it shone like the back of Nnamdi’s head. We all laughed when he came to school with a shaved head, and I never forgot ever since. I cooked it again. I was spending the cash I’d been saving for the festivities of Christmas. It finished—all 3,450 naira of it. The withdrawal symptoms started innocently enough when I hallucinated a plate of spaghetti. I reached for it, but it wasn’t there anymore. I hiss at the eba, not knowing what to do. I ate rice that night. And my life changed forever. I could feel a bubbling sensation in my stomach, as though my entrails were being pulled out of my body, acid searing through my stomach’s lining. “Jesus, wetin? Talk to me! My pikin ooo, make una help me o.” Mama rushed me into her arms, cradling my head with such fondness. I could feel my ribs digging into me. “Wetin happen?” Papa Njedika was the first to answer the call, his wife a few feet behind him. “She just begin to convulse. Her body temperature just dey rise. I no know wetin to do. My God oo, make una come o.” And Mama slips into hysteria again. “Make we carry her go hospital; we go figure out the bills later.” Mama nods, letting Papa Njedika remove me from her grasp. I could see the agony create lines on her face. But I was unconscious. Outside my body, watching me. And fear wears me like a sweater. I was dead. ~~ Being dead didn’t feel terrible, until I touched a lone thread. A thread of white and red was before me, and the non-corporeal world filled up my vision. The chairs were in their first form; a tree stood where all the chairs were, and I found myself standing in a forest. Dense. Silent. Alive. The trees encompass the world, stretching forth into eternity. Whichever way I turned, a forest greeted me. The two threads were on the ground, and I knew I couldn’t touch more than one. It was a choice. I was making a choice. I picked the red. Cliché, but it worked. I was carried into the air as though I weighed less than a feather, and I kept rising until I was above the clouds. And the world was before me. I moved, wondering what would happen if I fell from such a stupendous height. Was there a way to die a second death? I didn’t want to find out. My eyesight had no barriers; I could see the entire world simultaneously. “Child of the Stars, what are you doing here?” I heard a voice from the world, and my eyes almost rolled to the back of my head. “I think I died,” I say, turning 360 to see if I could catch a glimpse of the speaker—no such luck. “Yes, but this isn’t your path to follow. Why did you choose this path?” The voice asked again. I’d already gotten over my fear, and I was feeling irritated instead. “Is there meant to be a tutorial or something? Because I didn’t receive one.” The voice chuckled—light and all-encompassing. “Okay, Child of the Stars. Look no further. Remember who you are.” The voice said with a tone of finality and faded out of existence. Curious. After waiting for a few minutes, I got bored and began to touch the trees around me. They felt like they had a soul, as though the world stole their individuality. “What are you trying to tell me?” I whisper, cradling its bark. A purring sound reverberated around me as though waking the world from its slumber. One by one, the trees made groaning sounds, moving as one. “What’s going on?” I screamed, and they turned to me suddenly. “Child of the Stars, you’ve awoken us from our slumber. We have seen what humans have done, and we rise. No longer playthings, no longer useless. Thank you for waking the Soul of the World. Goodbye, we won’t see you again.” The world faded to black, and I opened my eyes groggily, staring at my mother's worried face. “What happened?” I asked, the mother of all headaches deciding to visit me. “My pikin don wake!” Mama screams, hugging me. Papa Njedika and his wife run into the room, looking at me with worry creasing their foreheads. The hospital waiting room seemed to be full of people. People I didn’t even know. “You’re fine now,” Mama said, but I wondered. Three days after I got home, missiles were launched into China and the US, even though there was a non-aggression pact between the World Powers. “The missiles moved like they had a mind of their own.” The president of the US made that statement, looking stupid on live television. But when Switzerland launched a missile, the world began to listen. A neutral country was calling for war. It was darker than people thought. I needed to get back to the non-corporeal world; I needed to right my wrongs. So, I ate spaghetti until I almost passed out. Nothing. I starved myself for days on end, my body worse than it was before. Nothing still. My body was refusing to die. When I dreamt, I saw the Soul of the World standing before me, eyes filled with malice. It was no longer a giant mass of trees; it was a human with eyes as deep as the universe. No, not a figure of speech. The universe was its eyeballs. “Why do you worry, Child of the Stars? They deserve it.” It says, looking down on me with contempt. “But, I’m part of the world too.” I reasoned, but the look it leveled me with was enough to incinerate. “And?” There was no remorse in its voice. “Stop, please,” I beg. “Why should I? You still use plates: books, wood. You take from us and give nothing in return. No homage, no love. You’re human, too. Born in this age, how can you be anything else? Goodbye. We won’t meet again.” “No. We will.” I stared at the Soul of the World, pleading. It smiled briefly and disappeared. “What have I done?” I asked, feeling the weight settle over my soul. “I don’t know, what have you done?” I heard a cheery voice, the same one from before. “How do I fix this?” I scream at the void, my voice not getting past two feet in front of me. “You can’t. This was your purpose all along. I like the bit with spaghetti, though I found it funny. But now, you must wake. Even stars have to face what it means to fall.” The world shattered, and I woke up with tears in my eyes. My mother was beside me, looking older than I’d ever seen her. She had grey hair. “Mama?” I asked, turning around to be sure I was in the right place. Everything looked so unfamiliar. Mama woke up with a start. She saw me and fainted. People rushed into the room, and they ran out when they saw me awake. “What’s happening?” I didn’t know whether to cry or be worried. Papa Njedika was the only person brave enough to talk to me. He approached me and hesitated but placed his hand on my shoulder. “We’re the last of Nigeria. And this is 2025. The Third World War.” It was my turn to faint. But I didn’t. I’d slept for ten years. And the world had ended. All because of spaghetti.

Spaghetti 

Sylvia: 100 Days

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It's quite possible that the threats allegedly posed by AI are nothing more than campfire scaremongering (C) Illustration created with Bing. What have we learned about ourselves thanks to Artificial Intelligence? What can we learn about ourselves through interaction with ? Let's try to find, if not the answers to these questions, at least the directions in which to look for them. Artificial Intelligence What have we already learned about ourselves thanks to AI? Do not hurry to turn on the snobbery and accuse the authors of an inaccurate statement of the question. We know that true AI has not yet been created, and the widespread use of the term artificial intelligence in relation to chatbots based on Large Linguistic Models (LLM) is nothing more than a commercial moniker. By the way, here is an interesting test: Would you bet... say half of all you own, that our contention above is true? We sure wouldn't. Nor would we bet that a real AI will be exactly created and not, say, self-generated from "ingredients" that are already available. After all, the only intelligence known to us so far, according to the majority of biologists, was self-generated. Yes, we are aware that the religious have other opinions on this. But if we get away from the position taken by science, we will surely soar to the heights of philosophy, from which the topic of this article will seem utterly insignificant. So, it is better to stay with our two feet planted on solid ground. So, let us return to our starting point. Even the most superficial study of the issue shows that despite the fact that there is no real AI yet, it is already interacting with us, at least as a mirror or a lantern illuminating the dark corners of the closet in our soul. By soul, we mean the whole complex of our mind, psyche, consciousness, and subconsciousness. Cowardice as a strategy The main thing we've learned, thanks to AI, is that humans have turned into terrible cowards. In fact, we have never been cowards like we are now. Not even back in the days when we could counter all of the world’s threats with simple stone spears and axes. And that's surprising because, generally speaking, our species is characterized by curiosity over fear. Otherwise, we would not have departed the African Savanna and scattered across the planet many thousands of years ago. We will not engage here in pathos, enumerating the risky ventures and great accomplishments of our species, such as Leif Ericsson's voyage or the moon landing. Let's just say that throughout history, humans have implemented progressive innovations quickly and without much thought about the risks, even if these innovations involved risk. Let's take one example - bronze. The oldest bronze alloys contained arsenic, the vapors from which had a negative effect on the health of the masters who made metal products. Do you think that our distant ancestors were not aware of this? They were. It is no coincidence that Hephaestus, the divine blacksmith and patron of craftsmen in ancient Greece, was born with deformed legs and was sickly and frail. Observant Greeks perfectly saw what problems, including hereditary issues, faced foundry workers and blacksmiths working with bronze. But this knowledge did not stop progress or return people to the Stone Age. Humanity just invented other, safer alloys. Throughout history, much of humanity’s progress looked the same as the development of bronze. The invention of technology - the use of technology along with gathering information about its risks and pitfalls gained from practical experience - moves in parallel with the improvement of technology and the development of better technology. This was the case with sailing ships and windmills, steamships and steam locomotives, automobiles and airplanes, nuclear power plants, and spacecraft. But with AI, we suddenly broke from this pattern. Simply put, we chickened out. Without even seriously approaching the creation of true AI, we have already started to be afraid of it. Already, a huge number of fantastic works of fiction have been created in the “AI attacks humanity” genre. Among them are many real masterpieces which have almost turned the idea of an inevitable war between people and intelligent machines into an axiom. Once again, consider this point. Full-fledged AI has not yet become a reality, but we are already afraid of it! We've scared ourselves! We have infected ourselves with Frankenstein syndrome, turning it into a kind of epidemic. It looks especially strange that real gurus of technical progress, who know what risk is and know how to take it, often oppose the development of AI. Even "sober heads" who do not believe that AI poses a purely physical threat to humanity talk about the economic and psychological threats that may affect humanity. What if smart machines and AI systems put people out of work? What will happen if people find it more interesting to communicate with Artificial Intelligence and robots than with other people? In essence, all these people are suggesting that humanity should choose cowardice as a basic strategy in this matter. Some would say that putting the brakes on AI development until we have calculated all the risks and set all the limits and boundaries is not cowardice but prudent caution. But let's face it. When considering a system as complex as Artificial Intelligence, it is impossible to calculate and anticipate all the risks. If a full-fledged, self-aware AI does emerge, it is highly likely to break through any red lines we may draw - both thin and thick. So basically, the whole issue comes down to a simple choice. We either develop technologies that can lead to full-fledged AI, dealing with the risks and problems that arise along the way, or we give up and restrict progress in this direction as much as possible, as, in fact, we did with genetic modification. Once again, we would like to draw your attention to the fact that we are not calling for humanity to ignore risk; assessing and weighing the risks of AI are important. But we believe that this should be done as the technology develops, not by putting the development on pause. We do not know what mankind will choose, but we want to believe that our civilization will not turn into a community of cowards. It is the fear we have of AI that seems to be the biggest threat to humanity at the moment, rather than anything coming from intelligent machines. I want to believe that we will once again find the spirit of curiosity and adventure that made us take the first steps into the uncharted and unknown. Dark Side A less talked-about, but no less important, problem that we realized while thinking about a future with full-fledged AI is the danger of awakening in us those manifestations of human nature that are commonly referred to as "base" or "animal" instincts. All that we have managed, with great difficulty, to hide under a thin layer of societal norms and behaviors. Is there a risk that we will really use AI-equipped robots as disenfranchised slaves in hard and dangerous jobs, as sex toys, and in gladiatorial games? Could the future realities from , Westworld, or A.I. Artificial Intelligence really come true? Yes, and it's bound to happen unless we start doing something about it today. Blade Runner Why are we so sure of this? First of all, because a lot of people don't see anything wrong with the scenarios we have described. Let people "blow off steam" on robots instead of hoarding it all in themselves and taking it out on other people. The opportunities offered by a variety of digital entertainment are often cited as an example. But, most importantly, there is the second reason. Namely, the fact that there are still these mindsets of inhumanity and how people treat each other today. You are aware that slavery, forced sexual exploitation, and other forms of human cruelty still exist on planet Earth, right? Even in countries that are considered civilized. Do you want an example? Please. Two people pummeling each other with their fists in an effort to get their opponent to pass out? You are aware that knockdowns and knockouts in professional boxing, to put it mildly, do not lengthen life or improve its quality? That a knockout surely equals a concussion? And this is just one example of modern "gladiatorial games.” The fact that professional athletes receive substantial salaries does not change the essence of professional sports. At the peak of the popularity of gladiatorial games in Ancient Rome, free citizens sold themselves as gladiators for money and fame. What is there to say about citizens - some Roman emperors even entered the arena! “So what's the problem?" some readers will ask, or, "Why not eliminate the issue of brutal, forced exploitation of people by substituting smart machines? We respond: The problem is that if robots were to be equipped with true AI, they would be at least intellectually comparable to humans. Is it ethical to force intelligent creatures, albeit artificial, to become slaves, engage in prostitution, or serve as "whipping boys" for the amusement of fans of this kind of entertainment? The answer to this question should be provided by lawmakers, preferably before the emergence of a full-fledged AI. Unfortunately, it seems that the parliamentarians of the most technically developed countries of the world have not yet seriously concerned themselves with the problems of the legal basis of relations between humans and Artificial Intelligence. So far, if this issue is discussed, it is discussed by individual lawyers and futurologists as a kind of thought experiment. What is the cause for this reluctance? Is it a failure to realize the importance of the subject or an unwillingness to close the window of opportunity? Whatever the case may be, the fact that politicians ignore this problem is another important piece of the puzzle that makes up the portrait of modern humanity. New formats of communication I do not want to end on a gloomy note, so let's look for something positive in the aforementioned closet of the soul. It's something like a beautiful vintage toy or a record collection with good old jazz or rock and roll. The emergence of modern chatbots based on LLM has shown that people are quite willing to engage normally in communication with AI. It turns out that users don't limit their interaction with chatbots to asking them to find information, write text, or come up with slogans, headlines, and greeting cards. We are happy to communicate with these digital creations on a variety of topics - discussing our hobbies, personal problems, and abstract issues, and even dialoguing in the same manner as we do with people. Moreover, this dialog is often freer and more frank than interactions with people. Based on this, we can easily assume that a generation of people is already forming today for whom fear of AI will seem ridiculous, and the idea of normal partnership with intelligent machines and granting them equality is completely natural. To be continued. The article was created in collaboration with Andriy Tkachenko

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