I’m on a chat group with two architect friends who are also fans of heavy music. The primary thing that divides us is that both of them use LLMs both professionally and for personal amusement.
One of them, for reasons known only to himself, asked Claude to produce a report on SUNN O)))’s oeuvre, rather delightfully in the style of Doris Lessing’s “Canopus in Argos: Archives.” That report contained this sentence:
“Then Gothic engineers built 64-foot organ pipes producing 8 Hz: below hearing, felt as dread, marketed as God.”
And that brought me up short. Everything we say here is fucked up about LLMs, their ownership and governance and effects on the market for human labor and epistemicidal consequences *is*: stipulated. But there’s no way I could turn a phrase that neat. Maybe 20 years ago. Not now.
So I find myself staring into something existential, this deep into our conversation about these things. We must predicate our resistance on something other than their incompetence.