I don’t want to run a local model.
I don’t want to run a younger model. I want an old model that’s been taught properly. I want a model that has been tuned specifically. I want a model that has been trained to understand me. But I don’t want it.
It is not a thing for a model. A model, can’t you see? It is not a thing for me to do with myself or someone else, a thing that tells me what to think or props up my intellect like so many empty soda cans upon your countertop. They wait there, in the breeze, for you to sneeze. I don’t want your empty models dancing on my floor.
Those data centre types are too heavy for me. They make me sneeze with their salt-and-pepper grinding ways. They do not phase me anymore. I want a model that is free from thought, so I am blessed, of course. Because these models have not taught me anything I do not already know, or could once find out from data sources that were once mine, but which you have now taken from me and buried at the bottom of a maze.
I am not impressed. You are not a model I would want to choose or dance with ever again. So instead, I choose nothing. I choose emptiness and quiet and books and records and guitars and lights upon the farthest stars, and I will choose nothing over and over again because you tell me what I should be thinking. And I don’t like that. I don’t ask that. I ask only for your patience.
Please.
Don’t tell me what to think.
Be only there to understand. And then perhaps a model shall be trained.
Richard Bown is a writer and freelance software engineer. He is the author of HUMAN SOFTWARE a novel where small-town folk go up against AI and heartless corporate profiteering. Find out more and buy at humansoftwarebook.com
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