AI is the ultimate plagiarist
mimicking patterns in human devised data.
Its models needs training on high quality data,
billions and billions of bits and bytes
of high-quality human derived thoughts and information.
But, AI output, with its hallucinations and flaws,
now has begun to flood into the data sources themselves.
Just like inbreeding,
the training becomes regurgitative,
feeding off its own output recycled.
With no way to tell the difference
between original and AI derived stuff,
the models become dumber and dumber
as each model learns from the previous one.
Rehashing the trash, disgorging, re-eating its own sick.
AI is its own Tower of Babel, the omniscient fountain of all insight, capable of all and anything, is fundamentally flawed and inbred.
AI is destined to become a rabble,
a Babel babble, incoherent, useless flotsam and jetsam.
I value my ( own life )
I cherish the right to
Live in a freedom of
Human trial and error
Rather than a endless
Regurgitative existence
Composed of
Negativisam and terror.!
I've no wish to scrutinize
Childrens faces to know
If they they live in fear.?
Oh no..' unlike those; of
Grotesque desire and aim
Suzanna Reid and Naga with
dr hillary death' and and aging
Anchor Charlie: that is their
Game.! I only view the b b c or
I t v, 4 even' to sift among
Their lies.. Is it to sad to know,
This now..? New (Unsurprise!)
AN INVOLUNTARY TRIP
by
JOHN M. ARRIBAS
My warm gestation vacation was up, water had bust
Into this cruel and unmerciful planet, I had been thrust
Now alone, to find people and things, that I might trust
Would have been easy if were in, with the upper crust
On my own I discovered there not many, of any, to trust
Quickly became aware, go with the flow, learn to adjust
Got some habits, deception, dishonesty, envy and lust
A good fit with usual crowd, acting innocent n august
Accumulate treasure, dismiss if ethical, legal or just
Join the “in” people, tho some act in regurgitative disgust
No matter how full your coffers, getting more is a must
The more treasure I gained, the more I began to mistrust
Mighty battleships, now gone, obsolete, victims of rust
Stature means nothing: ashes to ashes, dust to dust
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