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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 technological change will continue to grow. Disruptive technologies are on the rise, disrupting our very existence.

 Lately, there has been a lot of talk about ChatGPT; inquisitively, I wanted to try it. My tech-driven sons helped me and disrupted the otherwise creative process I relied on so much.

It was inspiring to know that GPT could suggest recipes based on the ingredients you have, or even suggest travel destinations within your budget. Interestingly enough. The origin of these innovative ideas prompted me to think of a new, evolving species —a digital species, much like Avatar.

 A digital species is a great idea to write about. I outlined my project on the AI platform (ChatGPT) 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. It said this is a scientific topic and can not be funny. It went around rewording sweet nothings. I just had to click 'stop generating' and then delete it later.

 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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