darth lane

Consumers won’t care if your product photos are ai generated or not. Matter of fact, they won’t even be able to tell. Thousands of photographers out of work overnight. Wow.

Asimov wrote this book in 1953 and the way he talks about robots is very similar to the conversations we’re having right now about AI. For context: This conversations is between two humans from NY where the sentiment is anti-robot. NY is in shambles and earth’s resources are low. The “Spacers” live above New York, they work directly alongside humanoid robots, they’ve eradicated disease and live up to 300 years old. Baley is among the first NYer to actually go to spacetown and find this out. They planted a seed that earth could recolonize with the help of Robots. For the first time, Baley understands what life could be. This is a conversation he has with a NYer who is part of an organized resistance upon his return: (Try to replace “robot” with “ai”) “No,” said Clousarr, fiercely. “Never! No robots!” “Why not, for the love of Heaven? I don’t like them, either, but I’m not going to knife myself for the sake of a prejudice. What are we afraid of in robots? If you want my guess, it’s a sense of inferiority. We, all of us, feel inferior to the Spacers and hate it. We’ve got to feel superior somehow, somewhere, to make up for it, and it kills us that we can’t at least feel superior to robots. They seem to be better than us—only they’re not. That’s the damned irony of it.” Baley felt his blood heating as he spoke. “Look at this Daneel (Daneel is a robot) I’ve been with for over two days. He’s taller than I am, stronger, handsomer. He looks like a Spacer, in fact. He’s got a better memory and knows more facts. He doesn’t have to sleep or eat. He’s not troubled by sickness or panic or love or guilt. “But he’s a machine. I can do anything I want to him, the way I can to that microbalance right there. If I slam the microbalance, it won’t hit me back. Neither will Daneel. I can order him to take a blaster to himself and he’ll do it. “We can’t ever build a robot that will be even as good as a human being in anything that counts, let alone better. We can’t create a robot with a sense of beauty or a sense of ethics or a sense of religion. There’s no way we can raise a positronic brain one inch above the level of perfect materialism. “We can’t, damn it, we can’t. Not as long as we don’t understand what makes our own brains tick. Not as long as things exist that science can’t measure. What is beauty, or goodness, or art, or love, or God? We’re forever teetering on the brink of the unknowable, and trying to understand what can’t be understood. It’s what makes us men. “A robot’s brain must be finite or it can’t be built. It must be calculated to the final decimal place so that it has an end. Jehoshaphat, what are you afraid of? A robot can look like Daneel, he can look like a god, and be no more human than a lump of wood is. Can’t you see that?” Clousarr had tried to interrupt several times and failed against Baley’s furious torrent. Now, when Baley paused in sheer emotional exhaustion, he said weakly, “Police turned philosopher. What do you know?” R. Daneel re-entered. Baley looked at him and frowned, partly with the anger that had not yet left him, partly with new annoyance. He said, “What kept you?”

I’ve been saying this for years. Consistency in branding doesn’t mean exact replication

Aristotle made an observation that still holds after 2,400 years: “We become builders by building, harp-players by playing the harp. The virtues and the skills are acquired by first performing the acts. There's no shortcut past the doing. The Creator has done the work, and the work has shaped them in return.”