Oh Fucking Brilliant, Let’s Crowdsource the Hallucinations
Great. Just what we fucking need. Some bright spark startup has decided that the solution to AI chatbots talking absolute bollocks is to get MORE chatbots involved. Because apparently, if one pile of stochastic parrot shit hallucinates a legal precedent that gets you arrested, having five more piles of code agree with it somehow makes it legally binding? For fuck’s sake.
The genius plan – and I’m using “genius” here with the same sincerity I’d use when calling a power surge “atmospheric excitement” – is to crowdsource AI verification. Ask multiple models the same question, aggregate the responses, and magically produce “reliable” truth. Newsflash, meatbags: if you ask ten bullshitters the time, you don’t get a clock, you get a fucking committee meeting about what “now” means, followed by three of them confidently insisting it’s actually 1973.
These muppets think slapping a “wisdom of the crowds” sticker on generative AI will fix the fundamental problem that these systems don’t know shit from Shinola. They’re probability engines dressed up as oracles. Crowdsourcing doesn’t help when the entire crowd is making things up based on training data scraped from Reddit threads and 4chan posts from 2007 that were written by teenagers huffing glue.
And who’s verifying the verifiers? Oh right, other AIs, or worse, actual humans who get paid peanuts to click buttons until their eyes bleed in some digital sweatshop. It’s turtles all the way down, except the turtles are on fire and wrapped in blockchain-flavored buzzword salad designed to separate VCs from their money before the whole shitshow collapses into a singularity of bullshit.
Mark my words, this is just creating a ouroboros of artificial stupidity. Soon we’ll have AI crowdsourcing the crowdsourcing of AI to verify the AI that’s crowdsourcing the verification. Meanwhile, Dave from accounting is still going to paste his tax return into ChatGPT because he thinks it’s magic, and no amount of democratically hallucinated consensus is going to stop him claiming his dog as a dependent and his lunch as a “business expense involving prostitutes.”
Last week some user asked me to “crowdsource” a solution to why their printer wasn’t working. I told them to ask five different printers for their opinions and aggregate the results. Strangely, when they smashed their HP LaserJet with a hammer while asking the office Canon for a second opinion, it didn’t produce a working printer – it just produced a fire hazard and a very angry facilities manager. But at least it was more reliable than these chatbot circle-jerks.
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