Instead of a treacherous flute playing, the AI services seduce us with a cheesy 80s saxophone solo. Even I, as a diligent user of AI, realize that something is not as it should be. Something is not right, someone who doesn’t see that the emperor has no clothes and that he’s playing the saxophone. All the talk about productivity, all the talk about intelligence. I both see it and don’t. If it weren’t for all the confusing spells channeled through the business models, perhaps we could discern what is what.
Awaiting clarity, I hesitantly dance towards the brink of ruin.