The AI is not your friend

There are many types of the AI in fiction: enigmatic Wintermute, the ironical Culture Minds, Asimov's rule-bound robots, but as chance would have it, Philip K Dick's intuition of how such machines would work has landed closest to practice, so far.

In Martian Time-Slip, the teaching robots at the school are automata, in the format of Historical Persons, but represent a single, central AI. Dick couldn't anticipate the technology, but his concept of how the devices work, accessing vast quantities of recorded tapes, switching subtly to respond to input, means that they closely resemble chat-bot agents, drawing on a trained Large Language Model, the current state-of-art of Artificial Intelligence (AI).

But PKD was always probing the gap between the simulation and the subject, the fake and the real. For the latent schizophrenic technician-protagonist the school threatens/triggers an episode, because the 'bots, machines masked as people are both living and inorganic, present and absent, exposing the gap between perception and actuality that the schizophrenic dreads. The teaching robots recycle recordings; they appear present and responsive, but they are only subtle machines, replaying texts based on predetermined reactions to stimuli.

The limited conclusion is that the teaching robots are machines, artifacts, not people or friends, no matter how convincing—and being convincing is part of the reason they are so disturbing. But the bigger question, the deeper problem with the AI is that the model is an archive, a tape, a recording, that selectively repeats our own language back to us with convincing coherence. There is no organic creativity in this process, only reiteration and hence entropy, repetition, gubbish, gubble, gubble, gubble

There's no absolute answer to the problem, except that the work is always to center human creativity, to rigorously trace the slippery line between the real and the fake.

Cooger and Dark's Guide to Writing

"Omit needless words," said Strunk, and a great deal of writing advice hinges on this dictum. This has led to even starker imperatives: never tag speech with a verb other than "said"; eliminate adjectives; prefer simpler words.

But if Strunk's advice was the touchstone for 20th Century writing and every creative writing workshop thereafter, Ray Bradbury never heard that dark whistle-warning sounding over the plains. Consider, for example, the merry-go-round rush, the hall-of-mirrors sentences of Something Wicked This Way Comes:

The surface slit itself further in a wide ripping smile across the entire surface of the gigantic pear, as the blind Witch gabbled, moaned, blistered her lips, shrieked in protest, and Will hung fast, hands gripped to whicker, kicking legs, as the balloon wailed, whiffled, guzzled, mourned its own swift gaseous death, as dungeon air raved out, as dragon breath gushed forth and the bag, thus driven, retreated up.

How many needless words, redundancies, not to mention opaque constructions, metaphors, contradictions?

Reason for the need, however, and the case is clear. Bradbury's cavalcade prose, his carnivalesque expression, his mirror-house language, is the dark carnival, the show, the temptation, and the action that resides within it: the urge to engage, be thrilled, and the fear, the wish to escape. If it subverts the rules, well, doesn't the big show subvert the real, and that's where the terror and the lure of it lie?

Misters Cooger and Dark understand the fear, the temptation of the rules the #writingcommunity and workshops and classes lay down: omit needless words! follow the rules for good writing, and find an agent, impress a publisher, or follow the lonely path of the unpublished.

Consider another rule that sometimes boils up, the proscription from Elmore Leonard: Never use a verb other than “said” to carry dialogue.

Fine. J.K. Rowling abuses dialogue tags to an excessive degree, but compare:

• "I love you," she said.
• "I love you," she whispered.

And ask which verb means more, which has more imaginative potential, given the right scene and context?

No one wants stark prose, boring prose, bland styles, or we all end up writing for the Web, flat and technically correct. The writing challenge is not to excise the needless, but to find the needful in every word and sentence. What does it serve: atmosphere, character, action, plot? 

When the characters in Something Wicked This Way Comes realize there is no perfection in life, as there is no perfection in craft, that's when they find liberation, compassion, joy even. That's not a good reason to stop trying, but a pretty good rule for all rules.