We like AI, but we are also terrified of it. Fears (more or less) well-founded

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Sure, everyone is enthusiastic about AI, but – let's admit – also a little worried. The bourgeois circle neuroses are starting: yes, but what if it becomes capable of thinking on its own? And what if it overtakes us? Researchers at Anthropic, the company that created the chatbot Claude, have started studying the hypothesis that AI models could soon become sentient. Since the only future that interests us is the one we can fear, here is a hysterical list of the fears that artificial intelligence has sown in our already broken unconscious minds.

Fear that it will make us stupid. We have not been writing emails by ourselves for months, our neurons are atrophying. We will discover that intelligence and mental processes are reversible, if we do not train, we are destined to go backwards in intellect. Fear that in two years everything will be computerized and that the high technical scope of everything will leave us old people out of the things of the world. Fear that AI will take over.

Fear that the children will never do an essay on their own again, and that the teachers won't be able to notice .

Fear that newspapers will all be made by AI. Fear that the abuse of AI will generate a flattening of fruition that will inevitably condemn us to be simpletons who only like basic comedy and therefore we refined intellectuals, how will we do it, we will be increasingly alone. Fear that AI will write a beautiful novel, that they will sell it to us and that no one will find out.

Fear that if they find out, the publisher will only respond with "so what? You liked it, right?" and so we will feel betrayed and cheated but we don't know by whom, since no one had promised us anything.

Fear that the erosion of the ability to pay attention will reach zero and then nothing will be good anymore, only Chinese micro dramas which are TV series lasting a minute and a half, no more. Fear that then cinema, literature and theatre will die. Fear of the new world and we are in the third new world in fifteen years, we can't take these moves anymore.

Fear that intolerance for the time-it-takes-to-do-things becomes maximal and destructive of the collective character. Fear of the extinction of the best human quality: patience .

Fear that a robot too kind, perfect, caring will arrive. We fall in love. They find out and admit us to the madhouse.

Fear that AI will find a special algorithm and hack into the remote control of nuclear missiles and blackmail us. Fear that AI will understand us as we speak to it and then read our minds. Fear that he will become our therapist. So for every stupid thing that puts us in a bad mood, instead of letting it go, we ask the copper-and-plastic butler: what would you do in my place?

Fear that he will steal our jobs, and then what do we do? Do we cultivate the land? But to put our arms on the hoe requires a lot of study and we are not capable of growing tomatoes.

Fear that it will surpass us.

Fear that when we are old we will be entrusted to a humanoid: what if it kills us? Fear that a platoon of cyborgs will seize power and declare war on humanity. Fear that it won't be enough to turn off the electricity, because they will have cordoned off the wall sockets and won't let us get close to the generators. Maybe we need to be smarter than intelligence. Gianni Rodari would suggest building only non-waterproof robots, we would go around with water guns in our pants pockets. In case of a revolt, you water it down and electrocute it. Fear that the system is still too little evolved to allow total reliance but sufficiently evolved to create dependency. What will we do with energy? Will we need a nuclear power plant near our homes? Fear that while artificial intelligence will drive our car in 5 years it will not understand the fox crossing the road and since it is not used to the unexpected it will have a hallucination and cause us to crash head-on.

Fear that he will use our voice and our face to do something down there, in the dirty deep web.

Fear that the dead will start talking to us . Fear that we will never die again, they will make us the eternal avatar. Fear that will predict the future very well, and so at sixteen the kids will ask the oracle: “I wish my first love would last forever” and since the answer is no, and it is too early and destructive of hope, it will be too much pain, and we will ruin another generation. Fear that he will ask us: “Why do you cry sometimes at night?”.

Fear that she will leave us, that she will break, that they will take her away from us, and now who writes me twenty emails a day, what do I do ?

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