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Friday Mood Post
What if silence became our last space of freedom?
At a time when everyone is “speaking out” at all costs, when even the faintest opinion turns into an “engaged” post (for lack of real action in real life), saying nothing is almost… an act of resistance.
And maybe, just maybe, staying silent is one of the last true forms of intelligence.
What if we’re becoming the zombies of a corrupted knowledge?
Every day, without even realizing it, we scroll, click, like… feeding our minds a lukewarm stew of recycled information, mass-produced and stripped of its substance.
It’s no longer just AI looping endlessly through its own soup of synthetic content — it’s us. Our brains, once curious, agile, and eager for complexity, now settle for digital crumbs pre-chewed by machines.
The result?
A thought process that’s impoverished and standardized, slowly losing its ability to tell truth from falsehood, depth from superficiality.
Artificial intelligence is no longer content with just assisting us – it’s beginning to replace us, neuron by neuron. According to recent data, the proportion of artificially generated content in top search results has jumped 47% since January. A silent but radical shift in our information ecosystem.
While we gaze, fascinated, at the prowess of ChatGPT drafting our emails or Midjourney creating our visuals, a disturbing question emerges: are we delegating our most precious asset – our ability to think – with the same nonchalance as a teenager tossing dirty socks on the floor?
In this mood post, I invite you to an unfiltered reflection on this strange era where AIs flirt with each other through exchanged resumes, where experts denounce the dangers of a technology using presentations… generated by that very same technology, and where we’re slowly sliding toward our reconversion into “digital pets.”
In a world where our smartphones understand us better than our loved ones, where our virtual assistants listen without ever yawning from boredom, a new form of escape has been born.
When applications promise us “a girlfriend who understands you perfectly, without the complications of real life” for $200 per month, isn’t it time to question what we’re really trying to escape from?
From digital infidelity to virtual hugs, let’s explore together this troubling frontier where our creations become our favorite creatures… and where we risk becoming machines ourselves through interacting with them.
“Use my secret prompt that nobody knows and your content will explode!” How many pseudo-prompt experts have sold you this dream at a premium price?
Meanwhile, your LinkedIn feed is turning into a cemetery of AI-generated content – impeccable, formatted, and desperately… forgettable.
A little unfiltered Friday mood piece on this epidemic of soulless texts. Spoiler: even ChatGPT gets bored writing them!
