Data Doesn't Suffer
The Red Hand Files is a website where you can send questions to Nick Cave. Mark from New Zealand sent him a song he asked Chat GPT (you know, this new machine learning thing) to create “in the style of Nick Cave”.
https://www.theredhandfiles.com/chat-gpt-what-do-you-think/
Part of Mr. Cave’s reply:
I understand that ChatGPT is in its infancy but perhaps that is the emerging horror of AI – that it will forever be in its infancy, as it will always have further to go, and the direction is always forward, always faster. It can never be rolled back, or slowed down, as it moves us toward a utopian future, maybe, or our total destruction.
A little further down:
Songs arise out of suffering, by which I mean they are predicated upon the complex, internal human struggle of creation and, well, as far as I know, algorithms don’t feel. Data doesn’t suffer. ChatGPT has no inner being, it has been nowhere, it has endured nothing, it has not had the audacity to reach beyond its limitations, and hence it doesn’t have the capacity for a shared transcendent experience, as it has no limitations from which to transcend. ChatGPT’s melancholy role is that it is destined to imitate and can never have an authentic human experience, no matter how devalued and inconsequential the human experience may in time become.
There’s nothing to add.
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