Read today what you read yesterday.

There are words spelled alike that have different meanings in a different context, and are pronounced differently.

There are people who earn a living listing examples.

I’m almost afraid to notice such things.

Partly because they’re obvious.

Partly because they’ve already been noticed.

Partly because they get me to thinking, and that’s always dangerous.

This time it was because I was watching a video on the internet. It was about Freddie Mercury and the claim that he had the greatest voice in history. I had missed his presence when he was a thing, and was filling in the gaps.

The “documentary” was discussing his appearance on the tonight show. I had missed it.

The narrator’s voice was the classic narrator voice, modulated, slightly British. The narration was carefully written, but began to sound artificial. The text was presented with subtitles.

Then the narrator mispronounced a word. It stuck out like a sore thumb, because I was reading along, and immediately the mask fell away.

It was like a translator at an international conference who tries to put foreign words into English. Sometimes a mistranslation can start a war.

AI.

Artificial Intelligence. Heavy on the artificial, light on the intelligence.

Too often, speeches read by humans were written by machines, robots, non-humans. AI may not have evidence for its assertions. It says “what the people want to hear,” what it can get away with, what now becomes “fact.”

The human speaker, when asked for clarification or evidential support, may fumble an answer by repeating a phrase, then says, “No more questions,” and slinks away.

It has all happened so fast.

Facts, truth, reality, have been dismissed and outlawed. “It’s true because I say it’s true.”

Machines think faster than people. They can solve mathematical problems, in seconds or minutes, that would take humans hours, days, a lifetime.

Machines are given and take responsibility. The “Prime Directive” is to serve and protect the human race, whether we like it or not.

Science fiction sees the future. We all remember the iconic movie, “Colossus: The Forbin Project,” where computers took over the world and would let us humans live if we behaved.

Today, thinking humans, who have climbed the intellectual ladder, are slow to reach conclusions. They’re tentative. “That’s a little bit kinda concerning.”

We’re no match for machines at what machines do best.

It’s gotten to the point where we can’t tell anymore who’s human, and to what extent. We’re ruled by people who can’t be fully human.

You can see why I’m so often afraid to think about anything. It can lead me to question my own identity.

Am I who I thought I was?

What has made me the way I am?

Is there a there there?

In self-preservation, to prevent my head from exploding or imploding, I find solace.

Love works every time.

I love people. Some especially.

I love food. There’s more than I can eat, and more varieties than I can get around to.

I love music. I can’t get enough.

I love thinking and feeling and repeating myself when I can control it.

I love just being.

Love love love.

Works every time.