To the critics of AI
Some people saw an AI generate an image with a few visual hiccups—warped hands, odd reflections, slightly cursed proportions—and immediately declared, with the confidence of someone who once updated an app, “AI is shit.” Case closed. Progress cancelled. Please return all future thinking to the front desk. This is a wild standard when you zoom out. A toddler draws a person with floating limbs, melting faces, and a dog that may also be a chair, and we don’t declare crayons a failed technology. We hang it on the fridge. We say it’s “expressive.” We nod like we understand modern art. But an AI—an infant intelligence that learned by inhaling a frankly alarming amount of human imagery—gets tripped up on hands, reflections, text, or perspective, and suddenly it’s garbage, dangerous, and proof that civilization peaked when DVDs had menus. These glitches aren’t even “mistakes” in the human sense. They’re artifacts of probability colliding with the weirdness of reality. Hands are complicat...