the singularity trap

Well, lemme tell ya, this here “singularity trap,” it ain’t somethin’ you wanna mess with, I tell ya. Sounds like a big ol’ mess, like when my chickens get into the feed barn and knock everything over. All scatterbrained and whatnot.

Now, I ain’t no fancy scientist or nothin’, but from what I hear, this “singularity,” it’s like when things get so fast and smart, you can’t keep up. Like tryin’ to catch a greased pig at the county fair. Just when you think you got it, it slips right outta your hands.

Folks talkin’ ’bout machines gettin’ smarter than us, like they gonna take over or somethin’. Scary stuff, right? Reminds me of that ol’ tractor I had. Always breakin’ down, givin’ me headaches. Imagine if it started thinkin’ for itself, might just decide to plow right through my garden!

• They say this “trap” is somethin’ you get stuck in.
• Like fallin’ into a well and can’t climb out.
• Or gettin’ tangled in a mess of yarn, the kind my cat likes to play with.

This fella, Ivan, he messed with somethin’ he shouldn’t have, like touchin’ a hot stove. Got some weird goo on him, and now he’s probably got all sorts of troubles. Serves him right, I reckon. Shoulda listened to his mama.

Then there’s this Pritchard fella, got some critter sharin’ his head. Lord have mercy! Sounds like a bad dream, like the one I had where I was chased by a headless chicken. Don’t want nothin’ sharin’ my head, thank you very much. Got enough thoughts rattlin’ around in there already.

These folks writin’ books ’bout it, sayin’ it’s real, sayin’ we should be worried. Well, I worry ’bout plenty, like the weather and whether my crops will grow. Don’t need no more worries ’bout robots takin’ over.

This fella, Taylor, he writes ’bout all this stuff. Lives up near Vancouver, I hear. Pretty place, I bet. Probably got trees and mountains and such. Not like here, where it’s mostly flat and dusty.

He’s writin’ ’bout “Quantum Earths” and “Roadkill” too. Don’t know what that’s all about, but sounds like a mess. Roadkill? That’s what happens when a critter gets hit by a car. Nothin’ pretty ’bout that.

They talkin’ ’bout sequels too, like those movies my grandkids watch. Always makin’ more and more of ’em. Guess if people wanna read ’bout this “singularity trap,” they’ll keep writin’ ’bout it. Just like folks always want more pie, even when they’re full.

Me, I’ll stick to my garden and my chickens. Let them smart folks worry ’bout machines takin’ over. Just hope they don’t forget how to grow food, or we’ll all be in a pickle.

This “singularity trap,” it’s probably just a bunch of hooey anyway. Like those salesmen who come ’round tryin’ to sell you somethin’ you don’t need. Just gotta keep your wits about you and not get fooled.

But still, it’s a strange thing to think about. The world changin’ so fast, like a blink of an eye. Makes you wonder what’s comin’ next. Just hope it ain’t too bad. Hope we can still sit on the porch and watch the sunset, without no robots tellin’ us what to do.

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