Hungry Ghosts of Technology.

This morning I was reading up on how tech companies had cut corners to get data to feed their generative AIs, and what really rang out in the article was the incessant need for more stuff to shove into learning models.

As a sidenote, it’s pretty amazing that people can get together, swap bodily fluids and grow another person that spends a life hopefully learning, with so much less of a carbon footprint, but the child is somewhat constrained by costs associated with learning.

So they cut corners. If a parent does that with a child, they generally end up in trouble, but wave the magic letters ‘AI’ around and suddenly it’s dressed different.

Anyway, I got really caught up thinking about it today and it seemed pretty much like the hungry ghosts described in Tibetan Buddhism. There’s a good article by PsychologyToday that connects the concept of hungry ghosts to addiction and other things, but the description of a hungry ghost says it all – small mouths, thin necks that are impossible to pass food through and bloated stomachs.

In fact, in pop culture, Pirates of the Caribbean’s Captain Barbossa pretty much demonstrated what a hungry ghost is.

So these companies are out there looking for data – Sam Altman is even mentioned in the NYT article as using synthetic data (data generated by AIs) to train future models.

Sounds like hungry ghosts to me.

Of Shadows And Ghosts

ghost of mahinThis is not a sad article. This is about connections and weights, about people as we see them and people as they were.

It’s been almost 13 years since my father passed away. It’s been about 5 months since my mother passed away. There are many others that are significant – the number never goes down. Every time, every single person is significant to us for reasons that are sometimes easily explained despite how complicated the relationship is. To say that I have ever had a simple relationship is an understatement. Everything is complex, nuanced, and open for discussion.

Yet when a person hits that full stop of life, some things simplify as we get to know them beyond the frames we put them in. Other perspectives weigh in. The people typically grow in death as we learn more about them from other people, good and bad, right and wrong. An example: My father, who was proud of me joining the Navy, was once forbidden to join the Navy by his father. My mother left a trail of artists who were affected by her passing, and that was truly her audience for her writings – complex, passionate, and a trail of breadcrumbs through a life of difficult exploration in being human.

But we only know people in certain ways, as we know them and are allowed to know them – as they permit us, as we permit ourselves. Framing them, judging only by what is available, we form sometimes strong opinions about things much more nuanced, only shadows of who they were.

And the ghosts, in the end, tell us more.

This extends into our digital worlds as well.