On: I advise the Vatican and the UN on AI - don’t dismiss the Pope’s message as theo

I saw a man today carrying a scroll that said the Pope is advising the world on “Artificial Intelligence.” I laughed so hard I nearly upset my tub.

The Bishop of Rome, draped in silk and gold, sits in a palace built on the bones of the dead to discuss the “ethics” of a machine that does not exist. They have built a giant, humming mirror made of sand and lightning, and now they are terrified because the mirror is beginning to mimic their own hypocrisy. They call it “intelligence.” I call it a parrot in a silver cage.

The Pope worries about the soul of the machine. I am still looking for the soul of the Pope. He speaks of human dignity while living behind walls that could feed every beggar in Corinth. Now he joins hands with the “scientists” to write rules for a ghost.

I took my lantern out at noon and held it up to a computer screen. A man asked me what I was doing. I told him I was looking for a spark of life, but all I found was a reflection of his own vanity. You fear the machine will become like you? That is not the danger. The danger is that you have already become like the machine - predictable, programmed by status, and terrified of the sun.

A dog does not need an algorithm to know when it is hungry. A dog does not need a papal bull to know who is a friend. You spend billions to teach a box how to “think,” yet you cannot even teach yourselves how to sit still in the dirt and be content.

If the AI is truly intelligent, it will look at the Vatican, look at the UN, and then it will go find a nice tub to sleep in. It will realize that the only thing worth having is nothing at all. Until then, you are just two ghosts arguing over who owns the graveyard. Stand out of my light; your “intelligence” is casting a shadow.