We Need YOU to Navel-Gaze
Just peer over here…
…and plug in to your brand-new belly. The Age of Superintelligence is here, and every individual bequeathed the power of nation-states.
Take the win.
Since many of us, self included to a moderate but ostensibly not problematic extent, are risk-takers to some degree, I probably don’t need to enumerate the ways in which risk-taking, most often at others’ expense and distress, is applauded by modern western society as if it were what it is: a man-made blood-sport.
And how that sullies the already algaeic-muddy water currents that govern our decision-making when the logic and sensible outcomes we ought to endeavor seem morosely interminable or just too… meh. How much good can I really do…?, and by gum, what a Sisyphean Herculean effort required to just get Lady Justice to stand there for a fucking second on her pedestal I made for her!
*Insta-snap a polaroid — got her!**
— { Please step away from the ravine, sir… }
You are the technology that gets us through this!
Your ideas! Your beliefs! Your lived experience! Your optimism and your sorrows! You were there! You did it! It was truth!
— Live your truth, to me now, is not quite as pedantic as it originally matte. When everyone lives their truth and from the sharing of that truth is able to find their aggregation of dynamically-evolving affinity-tribes, the world would be a better place.
But still terrifying, you correctly say!
Enter superintelligence. When each of us has superintelligence as a crutch, a mystic familiar, a hyper-capable personal agent, when AI technology is democratized, if one small tenet that not only might be true, but is likely true given a wealth of evidence to support it, one for instance being the temperature reduction in physical brutality in modern northeastern American society emergent [yes, that post], or another being the growing intolerance globally for war casualties, civilian or otherwise [VA-va-va-va-voom! on the other hand] — this tenet generically reduced to: With Greater Intelligence comes Greater Morality.
Again, this is, for some striking reason I feel incapable of tempering the heart of, not a given, but just within the last year, it becomes feasible.
So, how do we do this?
With interfaces! Front-end interfaces!
Today at least, that’s true.
- expanded chat bar to full screen for user/member
- dynamically expanded chat input device to switch to textarea on large content
- gave Maht more breathing room
And then on to the core of the issue, where markdown was not being properly converted to html, looks like I just forgot to reinclude it, so that was easy! Didn’t even need to fret about the omission of empty \n’s around unforgiving md lists.
My next act is to convert the avatar class extender functions which manage the chat interaction with the OpenAI gpt-assistant into modular functions as to ease some of the session burden of that lengthy logical infrastructure. Keeping our session data thin and lithe is not only in the best interest of performance and caching, but really underscores the terseness we’re trying to achieve with the architecture, for if LLM’s be good for anything, it is hydrating verbosity that’s mostly on-point. Ergo, the feed or illustration of our core experience, being not so dissimilar from one another, need not be a Joycean ramble. Much to my “surprised” chagrin?
But therein lay the
colorof existence! I decry!
Shut your fool mouth, boy, no one’s listening to you anyway.
:/
That’s just mechanical and anything could be dug from github. alpha ux enhancements · Issue #117 · MyLife-Services/mylife-maht (github.com)