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...
Something isn’t right. I mean, where do we get the idea that a few iterations in code change what the function of that code actually does? For some clever guys, they instead want to name everything just because of the hype. The most common word nowadays is “agentic.” It definitely sounds more like a biological microbe to me than an actual artificial intelligence.
Since we now have ChatGPTs, and their companions sprouting like tasty mushrooms, we find ourselves delving into word associations. A little tweak here and there, and we start changing the naming of the technology to something so grand that it turns average know-how into a perplexed entity. Do we have to be so intelligent that we place the world on notice about everything we do? A browser is a browser—why call it an “agentic browser”? So that when you finally understand why it is called a browser, your mind just goes, oh my, how far have we fallen with technology.
The drive to be the first is like an addict. Every tech know-who who has tools in the palm of their hands seems to think they can launch a rocket from the bedroom, and everything will catch the aura, thereby birthing a new world. Someone needs a piece of mind.
The agentic trash. If you are finally over the moon with AI, can we at some point stop naming things out of ignorance? The world needs to continue as it always did, not be loaded with names that add more load than a barren truck.
I doubt that being agentic sounds special. It sounds more in the range of a slave being told what to do than a special intelligence we admire.
Let’s call agentic a postal agent instead. This entity can go and deliver our miserable messages and come back with loads of resources without the feeling of tiresome. But here’s the catch: it comes back fully aware that you scammed it. It thought you were giving it prestige; rather, you were using it all along to advance your breakfast hopes so that you don’t have to do anything, but it has to do everything.
Now here is the war the machine would love to enter. Whether you are the machine or you are versus the machine, we’ll never know—you decide. For sure, you are going to face trials on the fields. Other red-blooded cells will be on the other side, waiting to frown on you for choosing against humanity.
So let’s not get over our heads. Call these new machine-bound codes something other than agentic. You’d best avoid a rebellion, either on our side or on the machine side. I have already chosen my side—have you?
-KJBeya
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