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Predictability Plays Spoilsport

"Comfort's journey from the familiar to the unpredictable..."

In the age of AI, if you are an AI Engineer like I am, you would swear by predictability. It's indispensable. We will find patterns in your genetic tree. We'll find them even in your whim of a Gulab Jamun or Barfi. We'll try to connect dots that are distant by miles.

Yet, I'm here to tell you that we cannot afford predictability today. Sounds crazy and totally contradictory right? But I can be weird. 

 I'm here to tell you about randomness. I want you to experience it too.

Well, you're smart people, readers. I may not be as smart. You know why we can't enforce patterns. 

 Someone will read them. Someone will exploit them. 

Someone will feed them to an AI (Tool) and figure out what to do with them. You see what I mean? I'm being random.

Randomness is not entirely useless. 

I want to be equally random. I am stupid, gullible, naive and I'm wandering...

You can say that I can be read like a book. Okay, you're probably right. I'm 98% sure. Random number.

Think what you wish to, my dear reader. I can be verbose and bumbling and intellectual yet stupid and clumsy and naive. People tell me that. They're confident. Seems like 100%.

Inception is what everyone's trying these days. I'm trying a similar word, but it starts with a different letter.

And remember, these are random rants. Don't take them seriously if you're smart and believe in certainty. If not, go right ahead. I'm with you.

In the age of Artificial Intelligence
I want to represent the Kingdom of Fools.
We may never triumph,
But unlike the Wise and Opinionated,
We can't say that we won't and be true to our word.

I love you, dear reader. Oh, you believe me? That's great. Happy for you.:)






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