Manipulation In The Age of AI – And How We Got Here.

We understand things better when we can interact with them and see an effect. A light switch, as an example, is a perfectly good example.

If the light is off, we can assume that the light switch position is in the off position. Lack of electricity makes this flawed, so we look around and see if other things that require electricity are also on.

If the light is on, we can assume the light switch is in the on position.

Simple. Even if we can’t see, we have a 50% chance of getting this right.

It gets more complicated when we don’t have an immediate effect on something, or can’t have an effect at all. As I wrote about before, we have a lot of stuff that is used every day where the users don’t understand how it works. This is sometimes a problem. Are nuclear reactors safe? Will planting more trees in your yard impact air quality in a significant way?

This is where we end up trusting things. And sometimes, these things require skepticism. The world being flat deserves as much skepticism as it being round, but there’s evidence all around that the world is indeed round. There is little evidence that the world is flat. Why do people still believe the earth is flat?

Shared Reality Evolves.

As a child, we learn by experimentation with things around us. As we grow older, we lean on information and trusted sources more – like teachers and books – to tell us things that are true. My generation was the last before the Internet, and so whatever information we got was peer reviewed, passed the muster of publishers, etc. There were many hoops that had to be jumped through before something went out into the wild.

Yet if we read the same books, magazines, saw the same television shows, we had this shared reality that we had, to an extent, agreed upon, and to another extent in some ways, was forced on us.

The news was about reporting facts. Everyone who had access to the news had access to the same facts, and they could come to their own conclusions, though to say that there wasn’t bias then would be dishonest. It just happened slower, and because it happened slower, more skepticism would come into play so that faking stuff was harder to do.

Enter The Internet

It followed that the early adopters (I was one) were akin to the first car owners because we understood the basics of how things worked. If we wanted a faster connection, we figured out what was slowing our connections and we did it largely without search engines – and then search engines made it easier. Websites with good information were valued, websites with bad information were ignored.

Traditional media increasingly found that the Internet business model was based on advertising, and it didn’t translate as well to the traditional methods of advertising. To stay competitive, some news became opinions and began to spin toward getting advertisers to click on websites. The Internet was full of free information, and they had to compete.

Over a few decades, the Internet became more pervasive, and the move toward mobile phones – which are not used mainly as phones anymore – brought information to us immediately. The advertisers and marketers found that next to certain content, people were more likely to be interested in certain advertising so they started tracking that. They started tracking us and they stored all this information.

Enter Social Media

Soon enough, social media came into being and suddenly you could target and even microtarget based on what people wanted. When people give up their information freely online, and you can take that information and connect it to other things, you can target people based on clusters of things that they pay attention to.

Sure, you could just choose a political spectrum – but you could add religious beliefs, gender/identity, geography, etc, and tweak what people see based on a group they created from actual interactions on the Internet. Sound like science fiction? It’s not.

Instead of a shared reality on one axis, you could target people on multiple axes.

Cambridge Analytica

Enter the Facebook-Cambridge Analytica Data Scandal:

Cambridge Analytica came up with ideas for how to best sway users’ opinions, testing them out by targeting different groups of people on Facebook. It also analyzed Facebook profiles for patterns to build an algorithm to predict how to best target users.

“Cambridge Analytica needed to infect only a narrow sliver of the population, and then it could watch the narrative spread,” Wylie wrote.

Based on this data, Cambridge Analytica chose to target users that were  “more prone to impulsive anger or conspiratorial thinking than average citizens.” It used various methods, such as Facebook group posts, ads, sharing articles to provoke or even creating fake Facebook pages like “I Love My Country” to provoke these users.

The Cambridge Analytica whistleblower explains how the firm used Facebook data to sway elections“, Rosalie Chan, Business Insider (Archived) October 6th, 2019

This had drawn my attention because it impacted the two countries I am linked to; the United States and Trinidad and Tobago. It is known to have impacted the Ted Cruz Campaign (2016), the Donald Trump Presidential Campaign (2016), and interfering in the Trinidad and Tobago Elections (2010).

The timeline of all of that, things were figured out years after the damage had already been done.

The Shared Realities By Algorithm

When you can splinter groups and feed them slightly different or even completely different information, you can impact outcomes, such as elections. In the U.S., you can see it with television channel news biases – Fox news was the first to be noted. When the average attention span of people is now 47 seconds, things like Twitter and Facebook (Technosocial dominant) can make this granularity more and more fine.

Don’t you know at least one person who believe some pretty whacky stuff? Follow them on social media, I guarantee you you’ll see where it’s coming from. And it gets worse now because since AI has become more persuasive than the majority of people and critical thinking has not kept pace.

When you like or share something on social media, ask yourself whether someone has a laser pointer and just adding a red dot to your life.

The Age of Generative AI And Splintered Shared Realities

An AI attached to the works of humans

Recently, people have been worrying about AI in elections and primarily focusing on deepfakes. Yet deepfakes are very niche and haven’t been that successful. This is probably also because it has been the focus, and therefore people are skeptical.

The generative AI we see, large language models (LLMs) were trained largely on Internet content, and what is Internet content largely? You can’t seem to view a web page without it? Advertising. Selling people stuff that they don’t want or need. Persuasively.

And what do sociotechnical dominant social media entities do? Why, they train their AIs on the data available, of course. Wouldn’t you? Of course you would. To imagine that they would never use your information to train an AI requires more imagination than the Muppets on Sesame Street could muster.

Remember when I wrote that AI is more persuasive? Imagine prompting an AI on what sort of messaging would be good for a specific microtarget. Imagine asking it how to persuade people to believe it.

And imagine in a society of averages that the majority of people will be persuaded about it. What is democracy? People forget that it’s about informed conversations and they go straight to the voting because they think that is the measure of a democracy. It’s a measure, and the health of that measure reflects the health of the discussion preceding the vote.

AI can be used – and I’d argue has been used – successfully in this way, much akin to the story of David and Goliath, where David used technology as a magnifier. A slingshot effect. Accurate when done right, multiplying the force and decreasing the striking surface area.

How To Move Beyond It?

Well, first, you have to understand it. You also have to be skeptical about why you’re seeing the content that you do, especially when you agree with it. You also have to understand that, much like drunk driving, you don’t have to be drinking to be a victim.

Next, you have to understand the context other people live in – their shared reality and their reality.

Probably more importantly, is not calling people names because they disagree with you. Calling someone racist or stupid is a recipe for them to stop listening to you.

Where people – including you – can manipulated by what is shown in your feeds by dividing, find the common ground. The things that connect. Don’t let entities divide us. We do that well enough by ourselves without suiting their purposes.

The future should be about what we agree on, our common shared identities, where we can appreciate the nuances of difference. And we can build.

In An Age of Science and Technology…

Much of what I see these days is related to misunderstanding of science and technology.

Years ago, I noted when the automatic transmission was becoming popular, that an increasing number of people were unfamiliar with engine braking – the downshifting of a manual transmission to slow a vehicle. When engine braking, the brake lights don’t come on automatically, just like with an automatic transmission when you let off the gas to slow.

I can’t imagine how many vehicles that engine braked were rear-ended. So I started thinking about why. Why is it that people didn’t understand that other people with manual transmissions engine braked?

Then I helped people with cars, some older than I, and I was shocked to find that many didn’t know the basics of how a car functioned. Before the electronics took over engine control, you just needed to know that an internal combustion engine required spark, air (oxygen) and fuel. If you lacked one of those, the car wouldn’t start – and even today, with all the electronics, that’s true.

I recall as I was getting out of the Navy helping a Navy Chief with an MR2, and I popped the hood (behind the cab) and he started talking about the black round thing. It was the carburetor, where fuel and air mixed, and when I told him that he dismissed it as knowledge he didn’t need despite his car not working. This troubled me. Why would someone dismiss knowledge?

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The Mediocrity of Anomancy

A book cover, beige. The title: "Anomancy: A treatise on the reading of the folds and wrinkles of the anuse", by Zhuang Yunfei

Yes, it’s a real book. No, I didn’t read it.

I found it by flipping through reels on Facebook and coming across an author who was pointing it out and saying, “Don’t buy this book, buy my book!” in so many words. I know where she’s coming from, but I also don’t want to tie up her writing with this title though she chose to.

It is, less subtly, a study on assholes.

This it seems is something my social media feeds have been rife with. Not the actual physical anal sphincter, but the relatively new popular way of describing just about anyone that someone disagrees with.

So people are spending a lot of time talking about assholes. We all have probably seen it. Presently, it’s the last few days before an election in Trinidad and Tobago with assholes hiring music trucks to blare their political rhetoric – let’s be kind and call them well intentioned lies for the most part – are attempting to sway voters. Really, they’re just annoying wide swathes of people. They’re assholes. And people will elect… assholes.

If that doesn’t deserve a book, I don’t know what does. That’s something I’d love to read about, but instead I read the symptoms in social media feeds mainly about other assholes. For example, anyone in Donald Trump’s administrative circle are really popular as assholes, and people seem quite happy detailing every little fold, anything that has stuck to it, and if you stay on social media long enough you’ll even catch the scent of assholes.

In the particular instance of Donald Trump, after 100 days, it’s gotten rather pungent.

This is not to say that he and his administration haven’t done some good things, but anything contentious related to Donald Trump’s administration is pretty much about them being assholes, or a withering defense of them not being assholes. In the great debates on social media, it’s basically a grading of how much of an asshole one is in this present administration. I’m not an expert, I wouldn’t want to be, and no, I won’t do an interview on it.

So my feed is basically full of people describing their own version of what an asshole is, and describing it in graphic detail.

What did I do to everyone? Why do they keep showing me assholes at various angles?

In the context of politicians, I pretty much view them all as assholes with rare exception. I can’t think of one right now, even pretending to have a gun to my head. Some might call me jaded, I call it experience.

Anyway. To this Anomancy thing. A study of assholes. I won’t read the book, but I can give you my thoughts on maybe it could be about.

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“Free Time”

A friend of mine let slip his thoughts on me having free time because I’m not doing volunteer stuff anymore (and to be fair, he does).

One thing that dancing with mortality does is increase the value of time and thus, how it gets spent. I could go into why we went in different directions, but it boils down to something pretty important:

How I spend my time.

It wasn’t that long ago where I was looking out for the welfare of others through looking out for a piece of property that I have a share of. 1/264th. It was thankless. People would always message me and gripe. And working with other volunteers on their schedules really was putting undue stress on me, particularly when they seemed like tourists because they hadn’t spent as much time as I thinking about issues, or working through them.

When I had the heart attack, it was likely expected that I would have resigned sooner. Instead, I held fast to give the newer volunteers as much time to learn what they needed to, which can be problematic given how much time people have to spend. People volunteer for different reasons, and people dedicate time based on those reasons and the amount of available time they have.

Meanwhile, my own time was ticking away waiting for people to catch up while waiting for paid contractors to do what they were supposed to. There’s only so much one person can hold together. There’s only so much one person can do, and it requires a level of cooperation with me that it seemed like it had become untenable because apparently my time and energy was not perceived of value enough for people to get it together.

Now I spend my time more thoughtfully, not chasing the whims of a her of cats as I got to get them across the river. Was it a failure on my part? Sure, the same way any part wears out. We are all parts of things that wear out.

But is my time less valuable? Not to me. I ration it out, reading and writing, interacting and – presently – making Jambalaya with turkey sausage. I sleep better.

When what you’re doing doesn’t take care of you, it’s time to move on. The time I spend thinking, writing, reading and thinking is of value. If I decide to do nothing for periods of time, that has value.

Given the opportunity, our vampiric society will bleed you dry, leaving you a dried husk of what was once value.

One thing in life everyone should know is that when the cost of the time is higher than the value of that time to yourself, it’s time to stop looking out the window and find the door.

It’s all subjective. You’re the subject.

A Möbius Strip of Consciousness

…We may live our lives in parallel, but at the most fundamental level we experience aliveness alone, in the solitary chamber of the self, our experience a Möbius strip of consciousness folded unto itself, our becoming the most private, most significant work we have…

Walt Whitman On Owning Your Life“, Maria Popova, The Marginalian

I frequently read the Marginalian, not just because the content curation Ms. Popova1 does but because of the inflections she adds. She does a wonderful job, I highly recommend her site. And that quotation stuck with me, and it’s hers.

We all, after all, are the most significant things we create, and the artifacts that we leave behind of that process are landmarks for others. It’s a very individual thing in a society built on averages, with all the red dots of life driving the median to distraction. We like to think it’s all about the majority, but the majority is the median, and the median and the media are closely related2.

And here we are. Individuals, a ‘Möbius strip of consciousness folded unto itself’.

A glow of consciousness emanating from a mobius strip of DNA.

We move through life thinking we’re moving forward—collecting experiences, stacking memories like old stones in a dry riverbed—but there’s something deceptive about that motion. Like time’s pulling us along one side of the strip, and just when we think we’ve reached the edge of understanding, we find ourselves back where we began—but inverted. Different. A shadow of the same shape.

That’s the cruel joke of self-awareness: you believe you’ve changed, evolved, maybe even grown. And in some ways, you have. But the thoughts loop. The questions loop. The pain loops. The pleasure loops. Everything loops.

Folded onto itself, this strip of mind doesn’t give us escape, just another revolution. And the more conscious we become of that loop, the harder it is to pretend there’s a destination.

Maybe that’s why so many people cling to their distractions. Maybe that’s why the world loves the illusion of straight lines and sharp endings—birth, work, death. No one wants to admit that consciousness is a surface with no clear inside or outside. No one wants to trace the fold and feel themselves disappear into it.

I used to think clarity was the goal. Now I wonder if it’s just the moment when you can see the fold, just for a second, before it folds you back in. Isn’t that clarity? Is that dispelling the illusion of freedom?

If you’re lucky, maybe you don’t fight it. Maybe you just trace your path on the strip, knowing it’s the same path that everyone walks—some aware, some not. Maybe you find peace in the paradox.

Or maybe, like me, you stay awake at night wondering if the Möbius strip was ever really meant to be unfolded, or whether the concept of folding itself is an underlying problem.

  1. Mrs.? I don’t know, that’s really her business isn’t it? If she is married, her husband doesn’t write what she does, so what she writes is hers, right? I think so. She’s a singular in her writing as far as I can tell. ↩︎
  2. You can chase down the etymology here, if you’re enough of a geek. From the word ‘median‘ to the word ‘media‘, which takes you down a small rabbit hole. ↩︎

The Illusion Of Freedom

Imagine. Imagine a world you are wandering through and everyone you know, everyone you see, is in restraints that you can see. Over time, as you look over the faces, you realize that most people can’t see their restraints, particularly the happy ones. Some are fighting against the restraints, if even they can’t see them.

One by one you look at them. Your mother, your father, your best friend… all in restraints of their own making. You’re the only one free to wander around, it seems. Do you attempt to free them? Are you the sort of person who would try?

Maybe you do try to free them. Maybe you realize you can’t free the ones that are happy, that they like their restraints.

The angry ones have complex restraints, where if they fight against them they can’t get out of them. The harder they fight, the more tight the restraints become.

The sad ones don’t fight at all, locked into a position with desolate eyes staring at things you can’t see.

At some point, you begin wondering how you’re free and they aren’t. How is it that you’re the only one wandering around? How is it that you’re the only one that’s free?

It dawns on you.

You’re restrained by trying to help them get out of their restraints.

The Tyranny Of The Average

A glowing human asking a digital oracle for guidance

We live our own lives. That should be obvious.

But somehow, somewhere between data aggregation and cultural indoctrination, the world forgets that.

Each of us carries our own memories, our own traumas, our own cracked lenses through which we make sense of this absurd little ride called life. We navigate with different maps, drawn by different hands, scarred by different histories. And yet—society runs on a strange presumption: that there is an “average” human experience, and that this average should be the baseline for everything.

Urban planning, education, employment, healthcare, media—nearly all of it is calibrated to an imaginary person stitched together from statistical norms. Not a real person. A concept. A demographic Frankenstein, sewn together from bits and pieces that some committee decided to measure. A tyranny of averages from a society of averages.

To fit in we’re expected to be mediocre. A lot of people excel at that. Some of us don’t.

Writing Update

"If no one comes from the future to stop you from doing it, how bad can it be?"

One of the reasons I haven’t been publishing as much largely because I’ve been working on writing follow ups to ideas, etc. They linger at times as I reach for that one right way to write it.

Ahh, screw it. Sometimes I want to write about something else.

So I’m taking off the self-restraints on that and going back to my old ways – I think of it as my feral ways. My feral posts that accumulate on my websites awaiting an audience in a world that is in love with a new oracle.

So I’ll be writing more frequently, I think, though to be honest having excuses not to write was sort of comfortable.

Now if you excuse me, I have to go water a cactus.

Conditioning

Yesterday, before a medical appointment and later a friend, the electricity went away for a few minutes. Sitting at my desk, I felt a surge of adrenaline. My mind wanted me to do something, largely because generally speaking no one does anything where I live in Victoria Keyes other than complain about this or that or the other.

Over the years I had hopped into action, assessing the issue and communicating with everyone on WhatsApp, but since leaving the Board last week I have also left those chats. People, as they say, would have to paddle their own canoes. After all, recent events have me looking at my own well-being. I’ve done my part, from handling and communicating during issues to just putting up with some very self-centered griping from residents.

A Society Built On Averages

Title image for "Uncommon Talents: Gifted children, Prodigies and Savants" from 1998, Scientific American, by Ellen Winner

At the turn of the millennium, I read something that made so much sense to me that I built a bit of a world view on it.

At the time, my life was in upheaval as I chased this software engineering job and that, and I didn’t have time to flesh it out for others to understand. I couldn’t even remember what the article was, so when I did have time, I couldn’t refer back to it. Recently, after the heart attack and dealing with the bureaucracy of getting a triple bypass (no joy yet) I subscribed again and dived into the Scientific American archives. I found it.

The article is found in Scientific American1 Special Edition – 1998 Volume 09, No 4 – “Exploring Intelligence” – it’s written by Ellen Winner, and is titled “Uncommon Talents: Gifted Children, Prodigies and Savants”.

One of the interesting things raised by the article was – is – that society is not designed for outliers. In the great bell curve of society, society is designed for the majority– which is around the median.