AI is just a verbal calculator. That's all it is. It skims articles, and gives you a summary of them in a paragraph. It also will, in the future, be capable of moving traffic in grids---maybe even flying grids---to prevent accidents. As the traffic patterns will be too complicated for someone to do themselves if there's flight.
It shouldn't be incorporated into the human body. It shouldn't be built from any biological mechanism. But, it's just a way to basically calculate.
As far as it writing books or doing art... I think people have to have a moment, where they realize that Art is communication. And 90% of the value of a book, is the Author or Painter. Who they are as a person. Not the actual words or subject themselves.
As an AI can't do three things.
It can't witness. It has no capacity to understand or perceive the world, so it can't understand with any accuracy what is truly going on. So, it can pull up data, and tell you what other people have said---being a sort of collective subconscious---but it cannot perceive the world or experience it.
It can't reason. AI cannot move to higher principles, unless they're already built. It can't understand, or use division like logic. An AI will never understand why something works. It can only do how. It can't understand the logic of mathematics, or really perceive the metaphor of a book.
It can't imagine. AI cannot think in pictures, or words, or really it doesn't have any thoughts. It's everything ever written or spoken on the Internet, blended together, to create a shortcut to an already programmed answer. It cannot believe. It cannot truly understand. It cannot imagine. So, even if it does create a perfect story, it didn't imagine that story. The Billions of people whose ideas programmed it, imagined that story, and it just spun them around in a kaleidoscope and regurgitated it.
Mark 13:51Jesus saith unto them, Have ye understood all these things? They say unto him, Yea, Lord. 52Then said he unto them, Therefore every scribe which is instructed unto the kingdom of heaven is like unto a man that is an householder, which bringeth forth out of his treasure things new and old.
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