Well, that was fast. In November, the public was introduced to ChatGPT, and we began to imagine a world of abundance in which we all have a brilliant personal assistant, able to write everything from computer code to condolence cards for us. Then, in February, we learned that AI might soon want to kill us all.
Running around yesterday and didn’t have a chance to post, and while my New Year’s resolution to be better with e-mails is not getting off to a great start, my BlackBerry keeps happily buzzing away with new messages, which I love, despite the difficulty keeping up . . .