I’m hollering uncle.

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Enough is enough with the AI applications. I’ve written about it undressing you and suggesting self harm but this might creep me out even more.

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No thank you.

Uh uh. No way.

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What the utter Hell.

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Come on. No one needs an avatar of grumpy Uncle Harold showing up at his funeral and berating you for not visiting more often.

And a Micheal Jackson avatar moonwalking between the pews hawking Thriller albums?

Just, no.

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Good grief.

Or more literally, not good at all.

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25 thoughts on “I’m hollering uncle.”

  1. Reminds me of the experiment with the baby rhesus monkey where it was given a wire effigy with a bottle to show that monkeys rely on the touch of a mother. What it actually proved was the boundless sadism of behavior psychologists…

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      1. I’m still chewing on the notion that people can’t see how dear ol’ AI “Dad” showing up at the wedding is never going to be anything more than a morbid Road Runner cartoon.
        My dad has been dead for nineteen years and I’m still dealing with some of it. Maybe I’ll get it straightened out in my mind someday, but virtual forgiveness and an artificial hug aren’t going to get it done.
        You have to accept the loss before you can do any of the real work. This seems like a pretty low quality product, one that thinking people should see through in fairly short order.
        Should.

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  2. Disturbing and chilling. People are less and less able to deal with reality and the ups and downs of life, and this is only going to make it worse.
    Some guy emailed my blog email account telling me how he could use AI to help with our podcast. I deleted it. A few weeks later he emailed again to see if I’d gotten his first email. Fearing more pestering from this dud(e), I replied that I did indeed get his email, but that I deleted it because I’m anti-AI. Hopefully now he’ll bugger off.

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