It’s Not That Bad?

A German soldier's postcard from the front, 1942

In Which I Try to
Explain AI to my 90-Year-Old Dad,
Temper His Enthusiasm, and
Defend It To My 30-Year-Old Daughter
….

An old timey computer
1983 Compaq portable computer

My father’s always been enthusiastic about technology. I remember him have a rather nice stereo that I would play astronaut with – I would use the console as my ‘flight controls’ while reclined in the ‘launch position’ in his good chair, which I’d dragged over for that purpose1. There was a teletype machine in his home office (he was an import broker), and I would try to figure out how to create images on the printout using the punch tape in a loop. His first laptop was a Compaq, in 1983, the kind where the keyboard attached to the face of the CRT for carrying and storage.

Sutterlin script
Sütterlin script

Naturally he was curious when I explained to him that I was using AI to transcribe and translate his father’s letters from the Russian front2. When his mother, my grandmother, passed away they came into his care. He’d never been able to read them. My grandfather had been schooled in the Sütterlin script, and he sometimes used an even earlier Kurrent script when tired or in a hurry3. Therefore he had his own fairly unique handwriting that can’t be reliably machine-OCR‘d. When the technology that might be able read these 83-year-old letters came along, he was delighted and amazed.

Postcard from the front

He passed them on to me two years ago, and I figured it might give ChatGPT a challenge. It passed with flying colours: transcribing, translating, and even recognizing and extrapolating the marginal and upside-down writing in the correct order.

He (my father) had questions when one of my nieces (a policy analyst), my brother (an architect and project manager), and then my daughter (cannabis sales) explained to him the evils of AI: impact on the environment, water consumption, and it being ‘bad for the brain’. My brother talked about power consumption, and my daughter talked about AI misinformation, hallucinations, and parasocial relationships.

I think they were mostly right, but they were also a little wrong. It’s much worse and maybe better than we think. It all depends on what we – as a society – do in the next decade. In my opinion, this takes precedence over the climate crisis.

Sorry, I’ve probably lost you. Conspiracy theories and all that.

I tried to write to my dad in a way that would make sense to everybody now on the family email chain, grounded in real world examples and the current thinking of researchers and academics smarter than me as best I understood them. This was all before I read Yuval Noah Harari’s “Nexus: A Brief History of Information Networks from the Stone Age to AI”. I think I got it mostly right, except maybe I was being too optimistic.

Relying on our planetary ability to engage in collective action may be overrated.

So join me as I, a non-expert, explain AI to my 90-year-old father: what it is, why it’s important, what some of its impacts might be, how it could end the world, and what we need to do (if anything) about it.

Or skip ahead if you don’t want to see the light at the end of the tunnel, growing larger at an alarming rate, much like an approaching train might.


  1. It was the 70s, we were latchkey kids. That was the deal: in exchange for being abandoned without supervision we got away with some things. No, I’m to going to tell you what all those things were. At least not while my mother is still alive. ↩︎
  2. I hope my Grandfather wasn’t a Nazi, but he died in their service. He’d joined the Wehrmacht during the depression, before the fascists came to power. Family lore has it he volunteered for the Russian campaign to earn the promotion denied him because he married a Jewess (my grandmother). When the Volksturm came to the door in 1945 looking for my father (then ten) for the defence of Berlin, she told them to f*** off. “You already got my husband, you’re not getting my son. Besides, he has asthma. You don’t want him.” She smoked daily into her eighties. ↩︎
  3. Sütterlin & Kurrent were banned by the Reich Ministry of Education in schools and official use suddenly and all at once on January 3, 1941, because it was too “Jewish”, a lie of political convenience. Apparently Hitler and Napoleon both used their authoritarian powers to drive modernization. I imagine they both would have loved AI. All schooling switched to Latin cursive immediately. ↩︎

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5 responses to “It’s Not That Bad?”

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    Anonymous

    Fire is so bad… requires tending, burns you, burns forrest, needs constant protection, shared responsibility, requires groups to cooperate to survive being hunted.

    Fire may have potential … cooked meat and plants = more calories, less chewing, less digestion time. Smaller guts freed up energy for a bigger brain. Bigger brain = planning, memory, abstraction.

    Fire is a pretty good deal… pottery, metalworking, glasswork, engines, electricity, computing… AI.

    I’m an optimist and embrace the new, still adding a constant checksum to ensure no black art creeps up.

    That said, I have no real family histoy prior to my grandparents on both sides. All we know is life for both sides came to Canada ~1938(ish).

    1. Bernie Avatar

      …there’s more coming. You might have to recalculate your checksum :-)

  2. Bernie Avatar

    So my father wrote me and shared this (skip if you don’t need to nostalgic about old technologies):

    Hi Bernie,
    you may want to know that I encountered my very first electric typewriters at the trucking outfit in Toronto, and it made life much easier for all operators. The battery of teletype machines I talked about were also operated by guys like me in other branch offices of my employer. Once we were done with our duties of sending and receiving billing information we chatted with each other to kill time, and in essence were texting with each other long before all this texting craze started up.
    The telex machine permitted the operator to dial up any machine all over the world, except that the punch strips with prepared messages were rather cumbersome to compose and to correct before sending it off. The first laptop I purchased permitted me to connect to our telex and easily compose and correct messages before sending on its way. The CN/CP jointly operated those telex services and charged for every minute of service.
    We were one of the first businesses to adopt a fax machine (and we were told some local church beat us to it) which did away with the telex once we persuaded our business partners to set one up too. It took them a while to see the light. Hope this is of interest.
    Dad

  3. Bernie Avatar

    …more nostalgia, this time my own:

    The first teletype machine I encountered, as mentioned, was in my father’s office. The second was in high school, in the computer lab. It was a terminal with a custom keyboard for the APL programming language (A Programming Language – geeks are so clever!), which if you’ve ever encountered you’ll remember it.

    The third was during my trades training as a radio/teletype operator. The secured teletype room at our unit was part of NORAD, and in a way a precursor to the internet.

    https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/APL_(programming_language)
    https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/NORAD

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