We borrow our title from a poem by Shel Silverstein, in which a boy sits down for a bowl of mushroom soup and proceeds to munch his way though his neighborhood, his town, his state, his country and the rest of the world; and who then decided, for dessert, to eat the universe:
According to Nicholas Carr, who has long understood the severe consequences of our insatiable appetite for technological “innovation”, so it goes with the relentless AI eating machine.
Below, we relay a few paragraphs from a recent post on his excellent New Cartographies.
Until, that is, there is nothing left to eat.
Not only a world without us.
Not only a universe without a world.
Just nothing was,
nothing was,
nothing,
nada,
nicht.
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Desperado Philosophy 