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EVOLUTION OF DIGITAL SPECIES

 


It is not the strongest or the most intelligent of the species that survive but the one that is the most adaptable to change.

Charles Darwin.


Technology is transforming us into a data set. What do we eat, what do we do, what do we see, what do we like, how do we entertain, what do we search for? Moore's Law emphasizes that the pace of change will only grow. Disruptive technologies are on the rise, disrupting our very existence.

 Lately, there has been so much talk of chatGPT inquisitively I wanted to use it. My tech-driven sons helped me and disrupted the otherwise creative process I relied so much upon.

It was inspiring knowledge that GPT could suggest recipes if you put in the ingredients you have or even suggest travel destinations if you quote your budget. Interesting enough. The origin of these innovative ideas prompted me to think of a new evolving species, a digital species, as Avatar.

 A digital species seemed like a great idea to write about. I outlined my project on the AI platform (chat GPT) as a fun article on the origin of species, digital species, evolution, Natural selection, and Darwinism.

The outcome was interesting. The article was more of an instruction to me. It said this is a scientific topic and can not be funny. It went around rewording sweet nothings. I just had to click on stop generating and later delete.

 Laughing my wit out, I wondered if the new species was evolving. So, I sat brainstorming for a new topic. At least, a connecting link that was me existed to prove evolution was occurring.

 Just then, a notification came on the smartphone. The message read.

Can u pak dat hair stra8ner nd send 2 me. ASAP.

 I can, I said to this newly evolved digital specimen. Thanks to the Disruptive Technology and this disrupted specimen, I got busier packing it.

 




 

 

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