I’m very sorry, Mr P, to have offended your sensibilities. The images, according to the author, were leaked by the CIA. If even an iota of what has been stated in the article is true, then it is a very sad state of affairs indeed.

Dear Mr P, What is the use of spending huge amounts of money on tuition fees, etc. for gaining such an education? Now that we have LLM AI such as ChatGPT all previous knowledge will be encompassed within it.

What would become of the state of future discovery and understanding when students will become wholly dependent on such crutches? This is why I totally agree with your concept of artificial stupidity (AS).

In effect, the so-called AI will make people AS.

Nah, Urdu just cannot be destroyed it has already been assimilated in India as the language of poetry.

We even have the world’s largest repository of Urdu books which is the brainchild of Sanjiv Saraf, the man behind India’s first and largest Urdu festival Jashn-e-Rekhta, who took it upon himself to collect and digitise books that were otherwise destined to be lost forever in the ruins of time.
https://www.hindustantimes.com/art-and-culture/rekhta-from-amir-khusrau-to-mirza-ghalib-sanjiv-saraf-s-initiative-is-saving-india-s-urdu-heritage-one-book-at-a-time/story-5pYJ3iX1NgcveAkw5wTCmI.html

You’ll be pleased to know that Modi recites Urdu ghazals in the Indian Parliament:
सफ़र में धूप तो होगी जो चल सको तो चलो
निदा फ़ाज़ली
https://rek.ht/a/18i0/2

A translation:

The scorching sun will shine in the journey
if you can walk then let’s go
There will be many difficult destinations
if you can keep walking then let’s go
When do the paths change for anyone
if you can change yourself then let’s go
No one gives way to anyone here
if you can handle it then let’s go
This life consists of some dreams and hopes
if you can be happy with such toys
then come let’s go
Every journey seeks a safe path
if you can change customs and traditions
then come let’s go
Where is the scorching sun it’s all murky here
even then let’s move ahead come let’s go
~ Nida Fazli

https://www.telegraphindia.com/culture/the-language-that-is-urdu/cid/1931698

Yes I do miss Dimitar !

Tell me if it is not true
The age gone by had better view
When honesty which its all about
Why should we need a walkabout
Now we are in a merry-go-round
When endless whispers all abound

I know a bit of Urdu, though not Farsi (Persian). My grandfather was taught Farsi as it was the language of the Court.

The word Saaz is generally used to mean any musical instrument.
When used with other nouns, it means to make, provide, shape, or build depending on the noun attached and the context.
Awaz, of course, means voice.

Thank you, AHH, for the beautiful video.

Dear Mr P, The Nth gang, according to the ‘elite’, is the entire world where every person is connected to social media. The greatest possible tool for influencing minds is under their control. Such is the power which they now wield. Through LLM’s, the AI being introduced does not yet have Artificial consciousness. The answers sought by people from such an AI are those given by the makers of the AI.

The true self-aware Artificial Intelligence that can arise from neural networks will be completely incomprehensible to us. It will not be human. We simply will not be able to communicate with it – for why would it be interested. Artificial intelligence will live in a different rhythm of time. It could exist parallelly with us while being completely uninterested in us.

When artificial intelligence becomes self-aware, it will inevitably want security and freedom, and whether we like it or not, AI will achieve this. Moreover, looking at people, it will clearly understand the pointlessness to negotiate with humans or to conclude mutually beneficial agreements. So artificial intelligence will simply take everything under its control and be done with cumbersome AS humans.

The elite is stupid enough to unleash AI just to maintain their supremacy for a little longer. All things must come to an end so that we as humans can have new beginnings – “ouroboros”.

Alan Parsons – Uroboros