Gobbledegook

          Of all the potential threats to humanity that AI presents, who would have imagined that autonomously creating its own language would be one of them? But there are signs* that this is happening, elevating the possibility of AI eluding the control of humans quite soon. Just one more thing to lose sleep over, eh?

          There is talk of slowing down the advance of computing power, but a cursory review of precedents shows just how unlikely it is that the genie of technology can be put back in its bottle. Those with vested interests will never willingly attempt it, while those few individuals who keep up a dogged resistance by refusing to adopt new formats or devices are swimming against a strong tide. I made the acquaintance of just such a person recently.

          We met at a social event and, since she works at the local boatyard and walks to and from work, we sometimes pass in the street. She told me that she was facing eviction from her flat because the managing agents would or could not cope with her refusal to have a mobile phone and bank online. She is not alone in taking this stance – I know a few other people who are similarly minded – but this person is employed as a bookkeeper and must surely be using a computer with software linked to the internet. I would ask her about that, but for the fact that she tends to rant and proselytise, one-way communication techniques that I have limited patience to endure, especially on the street.

          I get that she might object to the ways in which the internet intrudes into one’s personal life, but the real question I would like an answer to is this: where do people like her draw the line? At what point in their lives do they say, “That’s it! I adopted colour TV and email, but I’m not having any more mod cons!” The thing is, if you opt out, you are effectively condemned to live the rest of your life somewhere in the past. Not that the past is necessarily a bad place to be – some people were quite happy back then – but the future is where we’re all bound.

          Last week, I came across a scrap of history I wasn’t expecting. On a brief visit to North Devon, we wound up on the Taw estuary, between Barnstaple and Appledore, at Fremington Quay. Although I’m no stranger to the area, I had no idea of its industrial past. The quay, now defunct, was used for exporting clay and importing coal. There used to be a railway station and lines that connected this relatively obscure place to the rest of the country.

          The last ship docked there in 1964. The substantially built quay remains, as does the station, now a café, while the lines were ripped up about twenty-five years ago and replaced by a leisure path. Some say that reinstatement of a railway is under consideration. Meanwhile, walkers and cyclists make hay.

          The riverbank near Fremington was co-opted by the Industrial Revolution. I don’t suppose the local peasantry saw that coming. For the hundred years of its life as a commercial quay, I don’t suppose the workers envisaged an end to that operation. For the current generation of leisure users, it must be difficult to imagine it becoming anything other than what it is. But we are all stuck in the middle of transition, whether we know and acknowledge it or not.

          Some of our lives may span only one era, but there is no end point, no stage at which humanity can say, “Here we are and here we stay”. Change will come at any time. What’s more, it can happen a lot more quickly these days. Perhaps it’s better to adopt and adapt, try to stay abreast of developments, including AI gobbledegook.

*Research from ‘Emergence’, a New York-based research lab.