How do you say AI is a threat? For now it's a butler

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I couldn't be better. The improvement of technologies can also stop here: even if technology doesn't progress further, I'm happy like this, it's already the plateau of the rich, almost nothing is needed anymore. We talk, like everyone lately, about AI. At the moment on the issue of integrated artificial intelligence functions - which are now everywhere, like couch grass, from Google to Whatsapp - we are divided into three large groups of opinion : 1) The convinced enthusiast: the one who would even attach an AI to the shower hose. 2) The shy one: cold AI user.

3) The strongly skeptical: the one who dismisses “all nonsense”.

Where are we at? It's a good point, but it could be much better: AI in its second phase, that of massive diffusion, is still an imprecise machine, it has hallucinations like at the beginning and it cannot do the heavy lifting of humans without supervision and corrections. At the debut they promised us the miracle, but the miracle has not arrived yet. Laboratory intelligence still pays the price to brain intelligence because it does not have a sufficient degree of completeness: it cannot carry out jurisprudential research and solve a problem for me, for example, because in the zeal of the good servant it invents the laws and sentences that I need to help me better and tell me that I am right.

We are in the middle, in short. This is a precise moment in the history of transistors, and I would almost venture to say the best. AI does not replace and does not threaten . It acts as a butler, a good apprentice, a secretary, a producer of emails and reports, of stupid and laborious tasks. Lately it has mostly acted as a psychologist. A good question is whether this intimate turn of events – people who talk to the copper chip every day to understand things in life and have their bad moods cured – was expected by the developers as a possible consequence or completely unexpected. But let's not digress.

The revolution is here, under our feet. The latest model revolution has a new feature: it flows underground and does not come from above. No debris falls, the recipients do not notice it .

In September 1939, Europe entered a strange historical parenthesis that has gone down in history as the Phoney War. Britain and France had declared war on Germany after the invasion of Poland, but in the months that followed, little happened, apart from sporadic naval clashes. It was not until the following spring, with the lightning offensive of the Blitzkrieg, that the war really began to look like a war. History is full of these suspended moments, when you understand that something has happened, but you don't yet feel that it has actually happened. One of these is the revolution of artificial intelligence: it is underway, but it manifests itself only in isolated and strange points, we read in the Washington Post.

Why will this be considered the golden moment of coexistence with the robot? Because it is the saving subtraction from our lives of small unspeakable annoyances. It is a very useful manna, summed up in: "I don't have to do it anymore". Many jobs are identical to mine: most of it is telematic communication. And it means spending your life sending emails, God save us from emails to clients: not having to write the twenty firm and persuasive lines. Not having to find the right nuance to discourage an obstinacy when it is certain that it will be lost. The proposals. The estimates, the introductory paragraphs. Since we no longer call each other - it's been ten years now - the written life has fallen upon us, and the written life wears us out, unnerves us, ruins our days. And so we have found someone who communicates in our place, better than us. AI writes measuredly, simply, understandably. With a regal kindness, it seems like a pharmacist's scale for words. It's like having a negotiator in your pocket .

We have just entered the era of the great delegation. We have begun to give up our most uncomfortable functions. And please, let's not grieve, let's not invent problems that do not exist, that is, a future of alienated people who do not know how to confront each other. It's just an optimization. Never again waste entire quarters of an hour to find the formula of tone, the turn of phrase that transforms an urgent request into a dignified supplication. For the first time in history, there is a solution to unpleasant tasks almost for free . The effort of protocol communication, those Sisyphean stones in our shoes, we can get rid of them. The useless complexity of everyday life - for now only that - is contracted out to artificial intelligence. It's the outsourcing of patience. The us of yesterday - submerged by begging emails, or with our weapons blunted by the petulance of others - seem to me like the slaves of Egypt. What a liberation.

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