What Is This AGI, Anyway?

New model was launched last week, and AI Twitter be like:

We have achieved AGI!

New model is launched this week, and AI Twitter is like:

We have achieved AGI! Again!

This is getting tiring. And, in general, makes everybody trust the whole process less, not more.

What is this AGI anyway?

• Booking tennis court tickets?
• One shotting GTA 6?
• Talking to some entity named after a crab on your Telegram?

We already solved these problems. We’re just solving them again, faster, and at lower costs (allegedly, I’m not sure we’re actually paying less if all that compute and data is accounted for).

How we can call this AGI? Is there anything that this AGI solved that we couldn’t before? Like in our real, tangible, day by day life?

Oh, I hear you, over there, in the back. It solved a few very difficult math problems. Yes, I get that.

But it’s all theoretical for now. Like solving the mathematical processes for terraforming a 100 light years distant planet. We know how to terraform that! Great! And how we get there? What good is it for humanity that we solved a thing we cannot even touch?

How about solving the problems that we didn’t solve before?

How about solving the Moon settlements in a way that doesn’t makes us crippled by low gravity exposure?

Or even better, how about solving Mars travel any time we want, not only every 2 years? And actually making it there in good health, without our bodies fried by cosmic exposure.

My AGI is:

• Booking next solar system tickets
• One shotting a cancer vaccine that is guaranteed to work for my genetic blueprint.
• Extending life to hundreds of years and becoming a truly multiplanetary species

That is the point from where I can even think to name what we train on huge data centers, AGI.

Don’t get me wrong: I like drawing pelicans riding bicycles. I think this is fun and I understand this is a nice benchmark. So? When was the last time a pelican riding a bicycle did something relevant for you? And if you’d tell me you actually saw a pelican riding a bicycle in your neighborhood, I’d ask you politely to share what you smoke, because it sounds really strong.

I can almost see now, in slow motion, the fingers of keyboard warriors approaching the tastes, all typing the same thing at once: DECEL!

I’m sorry, but no. I’m not a decel.

Actually, I think I’m more acc than 99% of those who are reading this.

But I happen to think that acceleration for the sake of acceleration, without a clear and useful direction, is suicidal.

It’s just statistics: if you keep accelerating, not giving a fuck to where you’re going, you’re bound to hit a wall, rather sooner than later.

And you’ll die.