In the last few weeks, I've noted on myself how I've been going through several stages of the Chat-GPT "disease", or whatever it is. My first reaction was to b

In the last few weeks, I've noted on myself how I've been going through several stages of the Chat-GPT "disease", or whatever it is. My first reaction was to be afraid for my money-making skills. My second reaction was fear about us ourselves making ourselves irrelevant--that fear still lingers. My third wave of fright, cemented by days burning my eyes looking at a screen parsing logs and trying to figure out bugs for my corporate master, was, "when did my imagination go for a vacation? Old boy, don't tell me now that you have run out of ideas of things to make, of things to have an AI army to help you build." And now I dread that all of this AI is just hype, that it will never be good enough to come for our jobs without also coming for our jugulars, or that we will make it too damn expensive to matter[^1]. ------- [^1]: Capitalism has a way of leveraging economies of scale to make certain goods cheaper. But there are physical limits--what if Moore's law with regard to power consumption is really dead, and we as a collective really decide to spare power?