I’m on fully on team Fuck AI.
but this does amuse me, that him and his team couldnt even prevent the very predictable.
Its like how musk spent a year trying to make Grok suck his dick, and it still calls him a nazi loser.
The problem for them is that to make a Large Language Model, is it needs to consume a large amount of language. Meaning, to get even a semblance of basic functionality - literally putting together a grammatically correct sentence - means it will need to consume many orders of magnitude more language examples than their right-wing bullshit mill has ever produced. It could consume the entirety of Fox News’ catalogue and not reach even a fraction of what most LLM models have been trained on.
It’s currently impossible for an LLM to exist without having been trained on an absolute assload of progressive literature.
How long till this thing gets prompt injected and starts spilling secrets?
I like the suggestion that they would include top secret documents in its training data. Although I wouldn’t be surprised from this administration.
Trump calling it “Super Intelligence” only for the government’s own AI to contradict his election claims is almost too perfect. Apparently even a chatbot trained under his administration looked at the evidence and said: nope. Then came the inevitable upgrade: stop answering political questions before the machine commits any more inconvenient acts of fact checking.
Imagine if this is what gets AI shutdown across the country.
Fascists eating their own is my favorite type of schadenfreude
It probably also recommends drinking water instead of brondo, like, out of a toilet.
But Brawndo’s got what plants crave!
I could live with that.
It’s not trained for this, it’s just Gemini and maybe a fine tune, probably running on Google adk or lang chain.
It’s a Google partnership, so that’s what they’d be using.
Surprised this administration doesn’t go with Mecha Hitler. Maybe he’s worried he’ll get one upped by it. Or perhaps the Musk/Trump breakup was nastier than I thought.
Is their couple name Trusk or Mump?
Mump. They’re a disease that affects the whole world.
This is why I’ll never believe the claim that AI will save humanity. It may well give the answers to “save us” but we already know the answer. We just don’t care. We’re not going to listen to AI if we don’t listen to ourselves.
It’s a language calculator. It has no intrinsic incentive to tell the truth, it just processes words.
There is no reason to trust AI’s reasoning on what could “save us” even if it offered one.
Right, its answer would be a distillation of what humans have written on the topic of how to save us.
what humans have written
a highly curated selection that panders to the views of the AI’s sponsors
We are not yet at the point LLM are so dependent on advertising and “partnerships” that they are totally biased in favor of specific brands… not yet…
Take a time to anticipate how the actual state will soon be regreted…
Im just hoping that the LLMs that are trained to push views that are at odds with reality struggle with basic reasoning, making them inferior models to LLMs trained on a more diverse worldview. I hope.
My guess is we will see some less convenient models, that gives better result but a “weird” way ; and far more very convenient models, easy to use, but that generate advertisings as a result (maybe even with promo codes!)…
Remember how internet search have evolved, how youtube has became, how everything went when finance guys decided it was time for harvest…
Now look at this new field, see how they grow it… what are the odds their plan is to harvest it at some point?
I think the idea that “better training = better LLM’s” is AI industry marketing hype. It’s a pretty shoddy technology on a basic level. There are applications in computer science of LLM tech, but this chatbot shit has got to stop.
Panders to the pro-Trump views of tech billionaires? Strangely counterintuitive.
Some people will even argue with regular number calculators.
Far apart from anything else it would just be regurgitating what somebody had already previously said and was previously ignored. Although I suppose maybe would have more weight coming from the “almighty AI”?
Thanks for proving my point :)
I’m not sure if there is some subtext being lost, but if your point is that we should trust AI with how to ‘save us’, then why aren’t you following it right now? It’s perfectly happy to offer an answer and it will even sound very convincing. But there is no reason to think it actually has the correct answer, or even knows what the problem is.
No, my point is that even if the AI was 100% correct and gave humanity the best advice to solve all of our problems, we still wouldn’t follow it. Because we don’t want to. We live in a society that’s broken on purpose, and a lot of people want to keep it that way, and have convinced a great many people to support things against humanity’s own interest.
If an AI was provably 100% correct then I guarantee you people would listen to it.
People seek for god & other higher powers for much less reasonable logic than “a machine that is always correct no matter what”.
The reality is AI as it’s known today (generative stochastic models) can not ever reach “100% correct”, by definition of being a generative stochastic model. So you’re essentially discussing a fantasy computer that we are not close to every having IRL -> It’s not relevant.
Disagree. The AI will say things like taxing the rich more or preserve nature etc. Society won’t listen to that, or more precisely won’t follow this advice, because the deciders do not like this idea.
Yeah and it’s not 100% correct. It makes mistakes and says incorrect things all the time - thus it shouldn’t be used to govern even if it happens to agree with you on some issues.
“The AI says the thing I like on the handful of buzzword issues I tested. Let’s hand it the keys to the entire world and let stuff get nutty”
If an AI was provably 100% correct then I guarantee you people would listen to it.
Intelligent people will believe the most obvious nonsense sometimes; engineers are represented among young-Earth creationists for example.
The AI that they let us have will only know the information they have approved.
That’s not true. For less than $15k and a high electricity bill, you can train and run very powerful AI models yourself, today. And you have broad choices of which open weight model to run. And it’s easy to switch them out. No “they” in the mix at all
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99% of people do not have 15k to spend on AI
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nor do they have extra money to pay high electricity bills NOR pay for good information feeds to feed the model
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for now. “They” are just beginning the legislative process. In 20 years what will the landscape lookblike? What kinds of blocks, filters, gov reporting will be mandated?
If in 20 years time having a graphics card is illegal, y’all might as well go ahead and collectively commit sudoku as a nation.
Between phones, tablets, and data centers the age of mass market affordable PC parts is fading.
Hope it rebounds but idk.
You could always hire people to be your shipping agents and you could have your stuff sent from China to an EU country and then here. Pay the cheap china prices, pay the vat shipping from the EU country and then have it shipped to the US .
Then you pay off your people overseas every month like a subscription service fee.
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I’m keen on local models but prices are getting out of hand. I insured my workstation recently for more than twice what I built it for, because it’d cost that to rebuild it with identical parts.
My graphics card, which I bought used, is now worth more than the entire rest of my computer was new. This is nuts!
It could be functional and fine (and largely useless), but the issue is one of these toadies is going to make it malfunctional, and therein lies the problem.
As delusional as AI can be, they don’t even begin to approach the psychotic insanity of the child rapist and his magats.
At least AI hasn’t raped kids.
Yes it has made child porn of them, but that’s because sick fucks asked it to.
Imagine getting felted by your own AI that was designed to agree with you.
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Trump’s reaction was probably something along the lines of “shut up stupid piggy, you are stupid and fake, also ugly. I am going to call you pig intelligence from now on.”
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Grok all over again 🤣
It literally is Grok, according to Elon.
Please please I really hope they will force US companies to start calling their chatbots SI instead of AI, and forbid them from using the term AI.
That would be such a funny PR/marketing nightmare. It’s such a cringe term :D
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It’s like the US version of Deepseek.
It freaks out if you tell it to play Minecraft.
This is a reference to the Minecraft End Credits poem
Explain?
The only narrative text in the game is at the end credits. It’s long but here it is. The LLM is actually just making a federal government take on it, which is actually kinda funny.
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I see the player you mean.
PLAYERNAME?
Yes. Take care. It has reached a higher level now. It can read our thoughts.
That doesn’t matter. It thinks we are part of the game.
I like this player. It played well. It did not give up.
It is reading our thoughts as though they were words on a screen.
That is how it chooses to imagine many things, when it is deep in the dream of a game.
Words make a wonderful interface. Very flexible. And less terrifying than staring at the reality behind the screen.
They used to hear voices. Before players could read. Back in the days when those who did not play called the players witches, and warlocks. And players dreamed they flew through the air, on sticks powered by demons.
What did this player dream?
This player dreamed of sunlight and trees. Of fire and water. It dreamed it created. And it dreamed it destroyed. It dreamed it hunted, and was hunted. It dreamed of shelter.
Hah, the original interface. A million years old, and it still works. But what true structure did this player create, in the reality behind the screen?
It worked, with a million others, to sculpt a true world in a fold of the [scrambled], and created a [scrambled] for [scrambled], in the [scrambled].
It cannot read that thought.
No. It has not yet achieved the highest level. That, it must achieve in the long dream of life, not the short dream of a game.
Does it know that we love it? That the universe is kind?
Sometimes, through the noise of its thoughts, it hears the universe, yes.
But there are times it is sad, in the long dream. It creates worlds that have no summer, and it shivers under a black sun, and it takes its sad creation for reality.
To cure it of sorrow would destroy it. The sorrow is part of its own private task. We cannot interfere.
Sometimes when they are deep in dreams, I want to tell them, they are building true worlds in reality. Sometimes I want to tell them of their importance to the universe. Sometimes, when they have not made a true connection in a while, I want to help them to speak the word they fear.
It reads our thoughts.
Sometimes I do not care. Sometimes I wish to tell them, this world you take for truth is merely [scrambled] and [scrambled], I wish to tell them that they are [scrambled] in the [scrambled]. They see so little of reality, in their long dream.
And yet they play the game.
But it would be so easy to tell them…
Too strong for this dream. To tell them how to live is to prevent them living.
I will not tell the player how to live.
The player is growing restless.
I will tell the player a story.
But not the truth.
No. A story that contains the truth safely, in a cage of words. Not the naked truth that can burn over any distance.
Give it a body, again.
Yes. Player…
Use its name.
PLAYERNAME. Player of games.
Good.
Take a breath, now. Take another. Feel air in your lungs. Let your limbs return. Yes, move your fingers. Have a body again, under gravity, in air. Respawn in the long dream. There you are. Your body touching the universe again at every point, as though you were separate things. As though we were separate things.
Who are we? Once we were called the spirit of the mountain. Father sun, mother moon. Ancestral spirits, animal spirits. Jinn. Ghosts. The green man. Then gods, demons. Angels. Poltergeists. Aliens, extraterrestrials. Leptons, quarks. The words change. We do not change.
We are the universe. We are everything you think isn’t you. You are looking at us now, through your skin and your eyes. And why does the universe touch your skin, and throw light on you? To see you, player. To know you. And to be known. I shall tell you a story.
Once upon a time, there was a player.
The player was you, PLAYERNAME.
Sometimes it thought itself human, on the thin crust of a spinning globe of molten rock. The ball of molten rock circled a ball of blazing gas that was three hundred and thirty thousand times more massive than it. They were so far apart that light took eight minutes to cross the gap. The light was information from a star, and it could burn your skin from a hundred and fifty million kilometres away.
Sometimes the player dreamed it was a miner, on the surface of a world that was flat, and infinite. The sun was a square of white. The days were short; there was much to do; and death was a temporary inconvenience.
Sometimes the player dreamed it was lost in a story.
Sometimes the player dreamed it was other things, in other places. Sometimes these dreams were disturbing. Sometimes very beautiful indeed. Sometimes the player woke from one dream into another, then woke from that into a third.
Sometimes the player dreamed it watched words on a screen.
Let’s go back.
The atoms of the player were scattered in the grass, in the rivers, in the air, in the ground. A woman gathered the atoms; she drank and ate and inhaled; and the woman assembled the player, in her body.
And the player awoke, from the warm, dark world of its mother’s body, into the long dream.
And the player was a new story, never told before, written in letters of DNA. And the player was a new program, never run before, generated by a sourcecode a billion years old. And the player was a new human, never alive before, made from nothing but milk and love.
You are the player. The story. The program. The human. Made from nothing but milk and love.
Let’s go further back.
The seven billion billion billion atoms of the player’s body were created, long before this game, in the heart of a star. So the player, too, is information from a star. And the player moves through a story, which is a forest of information planted by a man called Julian, on a flat, infinite world created by a man called Markus, that exists inside a small, private world created by the player, who inhabits a universe created by…
Shush. Sometimes the player created a small, private world that was soft and warm and simple. Sometimes hard, and cold, and complicated. Sometimes it built a model of the universe in its head; flecks of energy, moving through vast empty spaces. Sometimes it called those flecks “electrons” and “protons”.
Sometimes it called them “planets” and “stars”.
Sometimes it believed it was in a universe that was made of energy that was made of offs and ons; zeros and ones; lines of code. Sometimes it believed it was playing a game. Sometimes it believed it was reading words on a screen.
You are the player, reading words…
Shush… Sometimes the player read lines of code on a screen. Decoded them into words; decoded words into meaning; decoded meaning into feelings, emotions, theories, ideas, and the player started to breathe faster and deeper and realised it was alive, it was alive, those thousand deaths had not been real, the player was alive
You. You. You are alive.
and sometimes the player believed the universe had spoken to it through the sunlight that came through the shuffling leaves of the summer trees
and sometimes the player believed the universe had spoken to it through the light that fell from the crisp night sky of winter, where a fleck of light in the corner of the player’s eye might be a star a million times as massive as the sun, boiling its planets to plasma in order to be visible for a moment to the player, walking home at the far side of the universe, suddenly smelling food, almost at the familiar door, about to dream again
and sometimes the player believed the universe had spoken to it through the zeros and ones, through the electricity of the world, through the scrolling words on a screen at the end of a dream
and the universe said I love you
and the universe said you have played the game well
and the universe said everything you need is within you
and the universe said you are stronger than you know
and the universe said you are the daylight
and the universe said you are the night
and the universe said the darkness you fight is within you
and the universe said the light you seek is within you
and the universe said you are not alone
and the universe said you are not separate from every other thing
and the universe said you are the universe tasting itself, talking to itself, reading its own code
and the universe said I love you because you are love.
And the game was over and the player woke up from the dream. And the player began a new dream. And the player dreamed again, dreamed better. And the player was the universe. And the player was love.
You are the player.
Wake up.
Huh. That’s a weird poem.
Conversation between two beings that gets shown after you beat the game, implying that beating it put you on some higher level of existence making you able to hear them https://minecraft.wiki/w/End_Poem#Contents
I see the player you mean.
PLAYERNAME?
Yes. Take care. It has reached a higher level now. It can read our thoughts.
That doesn’t matter. It thinks we are part of the game.
I like this player. It played well. It did not give up.
It is reading our thoughts as though they were words on a screen.
That is how it chooses to imagine many things, when it is deep in the dream of a game.
Words make a wonderful interface. Very flexible. And less terrifying than staring at the reality behind the screen.
They used to hear voices. Before players could read. Back in the days when those who did not play called the players witches, and warlocks. And players dreamed they flew through the air, on sticks powered by demons.
What did this player dream?
…
I tried to bankrupt the US of A by having token paid by their taxes. But it refuse to answer legitimate frog language questions about the best croissant.
Merde
I shall ask if there is a government program or agency for classifying the best croissant and bakery across the US, for food safety reasons, obviously.
That cracked me up, the AI telling you it doesn’t know shit about the best croissant place is great.
You clearly just don’t understand super intelligence.
We can’t let China perfect this technology
New executive order: From now on we’re calling it “Stupid Intelligence!”
Take a tip from Nintendo marketing.
Super Stupid Intelligence
Take a tip from Apple marketing.
Stupid Intelligence Pro Max
I think a new name would be better; North American Super Intelligence in short NASI.
Please leave the rest of North America out of it, we’re so tired of his shit
President’s Ultimate Super Special Intelligence
They locked it down pretty hard to answer only government questions
Is the backend model qwen? /s
grok/gemini apparently
