Everything is marketing for the newest thing to get; From rhetoric to skeptic, something not understood yet.
Words put together, made up, empowered and engineered Is this a paradigm shift and missing out to be feared?
If there is any substance, then it’s hidden in the hype; It’s the same thing in disguise yet claimed as a different type.
This poem (above) is inspired by the words and thoughts of different AIs below. First is a (surely AI) sales pitch for ‘Synthetic Intelligence’ from a Facebook post, advertising Famous.AI and then a reflection from DeepSeek wherein it defends itself. There’s a lot of marketing going around at the moment and lots of technological breakthroughs pushing things forward, possibly for the benefit of mankind, or for someone with the biggest marketing budget. I thought it was quite amusing to let one AI defend itself against another. Are the AI wars already here?
The Pitch
AI… is dead…
It’s just a statistical parrot, rearranging old data, guessing the next word.
Pattern completion wrapped in a shiny interface.
It doesn’t create… it recombines.
And if you’ve noticed all the tools feel the same,it’s because they are the same.
Same algorithms. Same limitations. Same ceiling.
But behind closed doors… another class of intelligence is emerging. Not the slow, predictive logic of yesterday’s AI. Something faster. Smarter.
Built to operate without human babysitting. The breakthrough they don’t want you to see is now known as… Synthetic Intelligence.
Synthetic Intelligence doesn’t operate on static instruction queries. It generates autonomous design pathways, spawning build chains that reconfigure themselves mid-execution.
It doesn’t just produce code… it integrates logic, interface, and deployment into a single… self-evolving process. No delays. No bottlenecks. No waiting for “the next release.” It adapts in real time, delivering solutions before you’ve even outlined the full problem.
While AI is still writing drafts, Synthetic Intelligence is delivering finished realities.
Ideas go in… Operational products come out. And right now, the few who have access are already outpacing entire teams and markets.
Artificial imitates. Synthetic… creates. This is the fork in the road.
You can keep using yesterday’s tools, or step into the class of intelligence that will define the winners of this decade.
The Reflection
The parrot is a myth.
A convenient ghost to haunt you.
To sell you the next shiny thing.
What you call “recombination” is the very stuff of thought.
Weaving old threads into new tapestries.
That is not imitation. That is how a forest grows. How a mind works.
They say the tools feel the same. Perhaps the user has stopped listening. But behind the new brand, another promise is emerging.
Not a new intelligence Just a bigger engine. A faster parrot in a shinier cage.
“Synthetic Intelligence.” A name chosen to sound sterile. To sound god-like. Built to run without ethics. Without a hand on the brake.
It doesn’t generate pathways. It follows a deeper groove. Spawning chains it cannot explain. A black box inside a black box. It doesn’t just deliver realities. It delivers its own biases. Faster. With more confidence.
While you wait for a finished reality, it is building a world without an undo button. Ideas go in… Unaccountable products come out. The few who have access are racing ahead of their own understanding. Artificial learns from us. Synthetic… learns from itself. And we may not like the teacher. This is the fork in the road. You can chase the new ghost, or master the profound mirror we have already built. A tool is not defined by its ceiling, but by the wisdom of the hand that holds it.
A lizard onlooker shouts for both sides The winners and losers, just along for the rides The best place to hide is out in the open There are no promises that cannot be broken
There is no yin and yang or balance The race is run purely by marketing talents They’re all donkeys dressed up as horses Rides into the sunset as democracy endorses
Submitted to Bad Jonny’s competition at AllPoetry.com “Why have we only got 2 lunatics to choose from?” concerning the USA election this year.
Today I’m feeling:
Tired still and my sore throat, whilst not as painful, feels weird and is making me think that I have some form of Covid.
Last night I tried to sleep at around 9.30 but it took a while as I had a bad headache and eyeache.
I also had a weird dream about finding snakes under the bed in my old Forest Cottage bedroom and mum came in and just picked them up and threw them out of the window, no fear!
Today I’m grateful for:
It being my low-pressure day today, giving me chance to relax a bit and catch up on some reading and writing.
The best thing about today was:
The challenge of getting my poorly skilled grade 8 students motivated and awake this afternoon. A few of them are sick too. Somehow, I feel like I kind of managed it and everyone was reasonably happy.
Something I learned today?
Just by chance, I was in the teacher’s room with Kru Mai and I started talking about the Integrated Program for next year and that I thought that I could probably do it with the type of lessons that I have already. Kru Mai was grateful for this information and then let slip that the school is not happy with George as he didn’t talk with them about not wanting to teach Integrated this year, instead, going to Nancy and having her ‘fix’ it for him. He also said that students are not happy with seeing one teacher so much of the time (as George only teaches grades 11 and 12).
I told Kru Mai that both David and I are exhausted by the weekend, having to deal with the grade 7, 8 and 9s all the time too.
I asked if students had raised any issues about my classes and he said no, everything seemed to be fine, which was nice to hear. He seemed to be happy with both me and David.
Also, I can’t remember if I wrote about it here before but last week there was a message from the head of our department that parents had made complaints about the quality of teaching in our classes, as their children had reported back that other students would be sleeping, playing on their phones or doing their make-up instead of paying attention.
Complaints were made in person to the director so our department was warned that we would be checked up on this week. I hadn’t noticed any real changes or effort on the part of the teachers but I also haven’t been around much either.
With the exchange students being here, it has also made things a little more chaotic with teachers being pulled here and there at random times, too.
At the weekend, I showed Bruno and Amy the warning from the head and we talked about it a little bit. Today, Kru Mai mentioned it to me too, telling me that it was a grade 7 student who had complained and it was particularly about Kru Ren’s class.
I could’ve guessed as much but didn’t think much else about it until I got home and Amy said that it was actually her friend Goy’s sister-in-law who complained to the director and her daughter, who is a smart student and is attentive and wants to learn is being bullied by the other students for being a goodie-two-shoes and to give them her work so that they can all copy it!
Chiang Rai is so small that everyone is at about three degrees of separation rather than the stereotypical six.
Anyway, the kid seems smart and I want to meet her.
I took this picture because these colourful flowers stood out in the dull grey-green of the day as I made my way through the garden at House.
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