Savour the time to ask some non-physical entity to do huge tasks for my own sake. I am not interested in bundled codes doing work for me. What I want is a physical entity like me, one that does what I ask, my way. Why should I pay companies millions to propose something that is not tangible? It is simply a mental entity from my side. I think we are being duped by clever people who are in it for the money. Yet the original premise was to save the world. I wonder—from what exactly? Agentic AI is an AI that basically works for you so you don’t have to. Let’s cut to the truth here. There is no need for verbose English or computer science mumbo jumbo to reach this conclusion. It is an ancient rite of existence: entities build other entities. So far, we are the next entity that was created. Now we are tired and exhausted, so we are paving the way for the next entity after us. We are bound to this process, and no one can escape it. If we fail, we resort to slavery—using other humans for...
The world is split, mountains collapse, and you are the only survivor of a world invaded by AI aliens.
I'm not sure how I would take it. I think I’d have to wander through empty towns and cities before taking a nap atop a tree—out of fear that ground animals might devour anybody at night.
But there’s a catch: the aliens are hungry, and there’s no food for them except the hot chips you’ve kept in your backpack for the past four days. Would you share with them? If Beyoncé were a diva, would she still be famous? The world would be like bulls wrestling for the next event. Bipedals walking around wouldn’t really qualify them as friendly. Remember, aliens aren’t strange—they’re just not like us. Kendrick pointed this out: not everything is like us. But "not like us" doesn’t necessarily mean fundamentally different.
There are aliens that function similarly to us. They do hunger—but they eat differently. They may crave tree trunks instead of KFC and a big burger. For them, a tree trunk is magical; for us, a tree trunk is an opportunity to make that chair we’ve been dreaming about. We are savages, more or less—we don’t always live according to nature. So, in a way, aliens would make sense, since they eat tree trunks. Plus, they would plant lots of trees in a farm-style setup for their own benefit. That means concrete jungles would be gone. No concrete jungle stuff. No neon lights flashing against the night sky. You’d have to adapt to a "no-party" zone under the new occupants. And for those who crave fame—there won’t be any paparazzi. No photographs. No reports of your deranged scandals that have no head or tail.
One thing tells me—we live in a world that is more alien than the aliens themselves.
We don’t belong here! If your schoolmaster taught you to obey teachers because they thought you were a douchebag, siding with the aliens would be the perfect way to get revenge.
Racism? Not allowed here. Our new occupants would gladly teach us how delusional we are when it comes to race. Whites, Blacks—whatever you call yourselves—these aliens would put the matter to bed, with a thick blanket to keep all those issues warm enough so their sleep is never disturbed.
So, our friends from strange places have landed—or maybe they’ve already been here, just pretending they don’t matter. Hiding in plain sight? I don’t think so. They have their own land and way of life. You know that—but they know so much more about you.
Once our new neighbors go hungry and need to find food, where are they going to get it while humans control all the resources? Oh! I almost forgot—they actually reduced mankind to a number. Won’t be mentioning that here. But since Elon Musk, as childish as he is, wants to take some loners to a faraway planet, our alien friends might help accelerate that process by lending us some of their ships. That way, we wouldn’t have to fight them. If negotiations go in the right direction, I wouldn’t mind taking a trip.
I mean, who wants to stay behind and face another form of segregation or apartheid under the new guys in town? That scenario has plagued mankind since the age of exploration. It’s got to stop.
We are just humans—an organism of Mother Earth.
-KJBeya
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