“Seizer”—as in “seizure” or “Caesar”? I now distrust the entire phonetic system, and I blame Walter Kirn for leading me here, word by beautifully sharpened word.
I've been rattling the cage this past week with my insurance company. My agent is now in another town, so I can't see him. The company can't seem to regularly send paper bills, so I get late notices online, text, and yes, even paper. But send a paper bill that I can pay? Nope, the insurance company lives in an alternative universe.
This seizer is the new one of "AI-driven corporations". All business is conducted with and via AI. The person you contact is AI. The software that you interact with is AI. The operation of the whole business is AI. We aren't there yet because the AI is not up to speed everywhere. My insurance company is working on it. But I am pretty sure that other companies are now so good at it that I don't perceive the new reality. But it runs through almost everything.
I have yet to get satisfaction from my insurance company. My next move is to ask ChatGPT to advise me on how to interact with poorly constructed AIs. They will fix their ill-conceived AI and I will adapt to their culture. So will you.
So are “Seizers” modern day intellectual pornography designed to stimulate and addict you? Or are they addictive junk food for the soul? There is no doubt that post AI and LLM literature may only commercially succeed if we adopt “Seizuring” much like political murders are seeking “Mangionization” to achieve their social media viralization goals.
Brilliant. Disturbing. Evocative of the feeling of suddenly waking from a unsettling dream to a more troubling reality. This reminds me of writings about spectacle; not only the OG post-modernists, like Debord, but later waves also. Writers engaged with applying post-modern theory to new contexts. Like the Internet and its increasingly pervasive platforms. Your “seizer” captures this kind of immersive, pervasive, and reality-bending spectacle with more clarity and resonance than any theorist that I’ve read. The power of narrative. Thank you.
Social media and AI have seized people and made them believe they are one with the robots. You are so right that drama through the eons became more and more seductively interactive, so that now the young gamesters feel as if they are part of the acting troupe--and actually not "acting" at all but living in reality--oblivious to the puppet masters pulling the strings. Your work in trying to alert the young--especially--not to be pawns or puppets is very important.
Walter, I don’t know if you have read it, but I’d be really interested in hearing you and Matt do a quick segment on the short story, “A Man To My Wounding” by Poul Anderson. This one gave me chills from the beginning and downright scared me at the end as if Anderson came from the ether after the Kirk assassination to remind us that he warned us in 1959. I found it in the anthology, “Study War No More.”
Thanks and hope you and Matt get back to short stories soon.
I am an old wandering autistic Jew feeble in mind and body, blind in one eye and I can hardly see with the other. Without my wagon I can no longer travel and my wife is no young chicken either and we drove our 2 million kilometres together. We gypsies have found our welcome home near a library in Northern Vermont on the south side of our bi-national town. It is not every wandering Jew that finds a welcoming home to live before they die. Kristi Noem the Gestapo chief came to our library and opera house and put us on the map. Our municipal park is named after Robert Stanley Weir who wrote of "Our Home and Native Land" here in Stanstead Township and Christi Noem united Canada and Brother Bernie's and Paul Newman's Vermont like only a hate monger and a National Socialist could. Stanstead is also where the Devil debated Daniel Webster and made even Roma cherished neighbours.
WOW! Your insight puts great context to the social media explosion. It also generates self-awareness as one gets sucked into this evolution of historical drama. Walter, where does it go from here? How can your insight be broadcast so people can accept what is happening to them?
“Seizer”—as in “seizure” or “Caesar”? I now distrust the entire phonetic system, and I blame Walter Kirn for leading me here, word by beautifully sharpened word.
Wasn’t the Boston Marathon bombing just like this? The whole city went into shadow world for a week and then no one ever said a thing afterwards
I've been rattling the cage this past week with my insurance company. My agent is now in another town, so I can't see him. The company can't seem to regularly send paper bills, so I get late notices online, text, and yes, even paper. But send a paper bill that I can pay? Nope, the insurance company lives in an alternative universe.
This seizer is the new one of "AI-driven corporations". All business is conducted with and via AI. The person you contact is AI. The software that you interact with is AI. The operation of the whole business is AI. We aren't there yet because the AI is not up to speed everywhere. My insurance company is working on it. But I am pretty sure that other companies are now so good at it that I don't perceive the new reality. But it runs through almost everything.
I have yet to get satisfaction from my insurance company. My next move is to ask ChatGPT to advise me on how to interact with poorly constructed AIs. They will fix their ill-conceived AI and I will adapt to their culture. So will you.
So are “Seizers” modern day intellectual pornography designed to stimulate and addict you? Or are they addictive junk food for the soul? There is no doubt that post AI and LLM literature may only commercially succeed if we adopt “Seizuring” much like political murders are seeking “Mangionization” to achieve their social media viralization goals.
Brilliant. Disturbing. Evocative of the feeling of suddenly waking from a unsettling dream to a more troubling reality. This reminds me of writings about spectacle; not only the OG post-modernists, like Debord, but later waves also. Writers engaged with applying post-modern theory to new contexts. Like the Internet and its increasingly pervasive platforms. Your “seizer” captures this kind of immersive, pervasive, and reality-bending spectacle with more clarity and resonance than any theorist that I’ve read. The power of narrative. Thank you.
Then there are the recursive seizers: seizers within seizers within seizers...
Social media and AI have seized people and made them believe they are one with the robots. You are so right that drama through the eons became more and more seductively interactive, so that now the young gamesters feel as if they are part of the acting troupe--and actually not "acting" at all but living in reality--oblivious to the puppet masters pulling the strings. Your work in trying to alert the young--especially--not to be pawns or puppets is very important.
Walter, I don’t know if you have read it, but I’d be really interested in hearing you and Matt do a quick segment on the short story, “A Man To My Wounding” by Poul Anderson. This one gave me chills from the beginning and downright scared me at the end as if Anderson came from the ether after the Kirk assassination to remind us that he warned us in 1959. I found it in the anthology, “Study War No More.”
Thanks and hope you and Matt get back to short stories soon.
Poul Anderson was one of my favorite authors, but I don't recall this one. It's back to the library or Abebooks for me.
I found “Study War No More” on eBay for about $6 shipped to Vermont. Every story has been great so far.
I look forward to Part 2 almost as much as I look forward to "The Rash". In the meantime, I'll file this one away as "Luigiismus, Teil Eins".
I am an old wandering autistic Jew feeble in mind and body, blind in one eye and I can hardly see with the other. Without my wagon I can no longer travel and my wife is no young chicken either and we drove our 2 million kilometres together. We gypsies have found our welcome home near a library in Northern Vermont on the south side of our bi-national town. It is not every wandering Jew that finds a welcoming home to live before they die. Kristi Noem the Gestapo chief came to our library and opera house and put us on the map. Our municipal park is named after Robert Stanley Weir who wrote of "Our Home and Native Land" here in Stanstead Township and Christi Noem united Canada and Brother Bernie's and Paul Newman's Vermont like only a hate monger and a National Socialist could. Stanstead is also where the Devil debated Daniel Webster and made even Roma cherished neighbours.
A clash of the titans.
The true "nuclear option" is yet to mature: The AI "confidant, therapist and advisor."
WOW! Your insight puts great context to the social media explosion. It also generates self-awareness as one gets sucked into this evolution of historical drama. Walter, where does it go from here? How can your insight be broadcast so people can accept what is happening to them?