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AI Winter

Vivaldi’s Winter sonnet in his masterpiece Four Season has an Allegro piece that is translated as “we tread the icy path slowly and cautiously, for fear of tripping and falling. Then turn abruptly, slip, crash on the ground and, rising, hasten on across the ice lest it cracks up” We are in AI winter right now. We reached a peak in machine learning algorithms, and the last significant result as the BFG (think game Doom) at the top is ChatGpt snowballing across all industries. People panic. Teenagers love it for their school assignments. VCs are getting their money’s worth. Engineers are in fear for their jobs. Philosophers are questioning morality and humanity. The world is turning upside down - a “stranger thing,” indeed. But no fear. If you keep Vivaldi’s music in repeat more, you will return to the Spring sonnet with its Allegro translation: “The birds celebrate her return with festive song, and murmuring streams are softly caressed by the breezes.” The cycle repeats itself, and the world rebalances itself. Have no fear of ChatGPT. It might overpromise what Watson or other AI before it promised. It might look like it’s acting God right now, but the hype will eventually settle down, hopefully once the winter is over. #chatgpt #technology #artificialintelligence (note: Four Seasons sonnets translation are taken from wiki)

Winter from the Four Seasons

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