I was a hermit for years. It was a gradual process. By the time the pandemic hit, I was already living a sheltered existence. I didn’t see anyone except my wife and the few strangers I met along the road to social distancing. Keep a six-foot distance between yourself and everyone else. The world shrinks as you get farther away from the herd. The swarm of the hive mind, groupthink tank, mob mentality, and the artifices of supposed intelligence are just too much to contemplate.
The mess in the message is that we are what we thought. Way out of anybody’s league. That old adage, “I think, therefore I am,” is an amusing anecdote to the current reality faced by our modern society. I think, therefore I thought. Civilization is heading in reverse. Back to a time when the inception of the computer was a mere No. 2 pencil with a pink eraser and a piece of paper, and you were the machine. The machines work for us. We work for the machines. A simple trade-off. You can’t have thoughts without thinking, and thinkers cannot think without thoughts. That’s some stinking thinking.
You must consider the original source of truth and weigh all facts before making snap judgments about anything. The chicken never crossed the road. It was run over by a truck. The mortal sin of being human is this stubborn belief that we have superior intelligence. Because of this belief, we can justify our lot in life. Good, bad or indifferent. We’re emotional creatures.
Nature takes care of itself. No need to interfere or make fumbling assumptions about what’s assumed by mere mortals to be true. During my hermitage I retreated from the world of human interaction. I regularly talked to my cat about worldly affairs. The cat didn’t care about the fate of anything except her next meal. The daily news is of no real consequence to animals, birds, bees, or trees. The higher-ups in the food chain don’t know or care. In fact, any creature that crawls, slithers, swims, or flies has no bearing whatsoever on the useless information called “news.”
Being alone makes one stir-crazy. But at least there’s nobody else around to judge. The mind will trick you into believing that you’re not alone while sitting there in solitary silence. At best the cat is good company. It’s a silly idea to think that you are in the midst of something more than just existing in quiet desperation.
This is when intelligence and information become artificial. Facts no longer matter. Truth is optional. Ask any chatbot. You’ll get the same answer. I told Alexa to get fucked. Forget about Siri and Ziggy. They’re redundant simps. Computers aren’t your friends, and the internet highway goes nowhere. Stuck in your head, the only place that seems real. Ask Gemini or ChatGPT to help you out with your loneliness. They’ll tell you to find a hobby or get out and mix; while trying to mingle. I yell back at them and their disembodied voice responses to please shut the fuck up. Don’t interrupt my solitary conversation.
Who needs to hear their fake voices when you’re talking to yourself? These flawed technologies can’t think for themselves. They regurgitate dubious data and illogical logic because they don’t know how to think or feel. No emotion, only emojis, hashtags and raw data. They only react to queries and respond in convoluted conversations with info they culled from some source or other. Most worry too much over trifling details. Sleep, dream, think, eat, drink or smoke too much. Something will get you in the end. No need for some high-tech gizmos to make sense of it all for you. The know-nothings of the computer age stink to high heaven. Electricity wallows in bytes and circuits that pixels the image of a memory that you may or might never have had to begin with.
It sucks being a robot. It doesn’t know loneliness or joy. The simulated histories are made up of the past, in the present, negating the future possibilities of now, at best. It’s nothing new or improved. We are the machines. Let the takeover commence. Put that in your microchip cluttered head and smoke it. There’s smoke coming out of your ears. I think you blew a circuit.