Oh boy, where to even start? The world’s kind of a circus right now with this whole AI explosion. It’s everywhere—work, play, medicine, you name it. Every tech giant’s on this AI train trying to snag that shiny AGI trophy. Can’t help but feel they’re racing like kids after the ice cream truck.
So, I came across this chat between Google’s DeepMind guy, Demis Hassabis, and some WIRED dude, Steven Levy. Demis is like the Yoda of AI or something. Anyway, they dove into what AGI might look like—this brainy thing that’s basically us, but… on steroids?
Apparently, Demis and his buddy Mustafa started DeepMind with a big dream (and cash, thanks, Google). They’re all “yeah, we’re totally on track to crack AGI in the next 5-10 years.” Which got me thinking: is 10 years a lot? Or is it like, the next iPhone update? My brain’s still stuck in 2020, honestly.
Demis gets all tense about AGI, fearing it’s like handing a loaded paintball gun to a toddler. Dangerous, right? He’s worried about the tech running wild and evil geniuses using it—classic villain stuff. Oh, and Sam Altman from OpenAI? He’s got this vibe that we’ll barely feel a blip when AGI lands. Like, “Congrats, society, you survived another tech apocalypse.”
Regulations? Necessary but messy. It’s like trying to nail jelly to a wall, especially when everyone’s got different flavors of jelly. Demis said something about pressing pause on AI’s fast pace—which spooked Ethereum’s Vitalik into suggesting a “soft pause.” What does that even mean? A commercial break?
Switch gears. Jobs. People are freaking that AI’s like the grim reaper for careers. The number 54% came up—hard skip on nightmarish thought there. Bill Gates chimed in, saying AI’s taking over but not in fields like biology or coding. Guess those need human touches… for now?
Demis is rolling out nervous optimism, suggesting AI will be our sidekick, skyrocketing our work mojo. Some jobs, he thinks, are too tender for robots. Like, who’d want a metal nurse delivering your bad news? Seems we’re still partial to the warmth—not just from heated blankets.
And there you have it. The wild west of AI dreams and dreads… or maybe just another Tuesday.