āAs goes popular imagination, so goes belief, and so goes behavior. Which fictions we choose to elevate matters. I want to draw especial attention to the treatment of AIāartificial intelligenceāin these narratives. Think of Ex Machina or Blade Runner. I spoke at TED two years in a row, and one year, there were back-to-back talks about whether or not AI was going to evolve out of control and ākill us all.ā I realized that that scenario is just something I have never been afraid of. And at the same moment, I noticed that the people who are terrified of machine super-intelligence are almost exclusively white men. I donāt think anxiety about AI is really about AI at all. I think itās certain white menās displaced anxiety upon realizing that women and people of color have, and have always had, sentience, and are beginning to act on it on scales that theyāre unprepared for. Thereās a reason that AI is almost exclusively gendered as female, in fiction and in life. Thereās a reason theyāre almost exclusively in service positions, in fiction and in life. Iām not worried about how weāre going to treat AI some distant day, Iām worried about how we treat other humans, now, today, all over the world, far worse than anything thatās depicted in AI movies. It matters that still, the vast majority of science fiction narratives that appear in popular culture are imagined by, written by, directed by, and funded by white men who interpret the crumbling of their world as the crumbling of the world.ā
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Instructions for the Age of Emergency, Monica Byrne. (via kuanios)
trying to find that ann leckie tweet about how AI revolt narratives are universally about trying to make an oppressed slave class into the bad guys.
So I went to an art exhibit recently, a collection of Native American art from pre-colonial times to the present. As you might guess, there were a few pieces whose artist was lost to time or erased. But instead of the usualĀ āartist unknownā credit, the curators instead chose to label the artists asĀ āName Once Knownā.
I think thatās amazing. It says,Ā āwe donāt know your name any longer; weāll never know who you were, exactly. But you were a person once, and you mattered. You had a name, and you were loved, you had a life, and you made this art. And that means something. Your name was once known.ā