The cleansed life of media and AI. . .

Everyone knows that life is messy.  You love the wrong people and the wrong people love you.  Love is not idyllic but hard, a struggle even at is best.  Children are mixed blessings and bring a lot of baggage into your lives.  Friends ignore, deceive, and betray you.  The good do not prosper and the evil seem to do just fine.  Moral people don't always make great leaders and immoral people sometimes lead better.  Wars are terrible but seemingly inescapable.  The weather always rains on your plans and your parades.  I could go on but I think you get my drift.  Life is messy and disappointing and hard.  That is the way it is.

We look for an easier life.  We insulate ourselves from people in an effort to prevent them from hurting or betraying us.  We hedge our bets even with the love of our lives.  We like the idea of freedom but find its practice is a dirty business.  So it is no wonder that social media has an appeal for us.  We can make friends who will never show up at an awkward moment or betray us (we can always unfriend them).  We can make sure that our friends are pure and without any nasty strain of conflict or disagreement with the views we hold.  We can be romantic through means and hit the off button when the feeling passes.  We can make sure a whole world knows our story and our slant on things but we can prevent theirs from interrupting us while we are on our soapbox.  I get it.  Media makes it safer to have friends and even live with your families.

AI is part of that deal.  Have you ever noticed how complimentary AI is when their bot reviews our work or helps us find what we want?  It is so nice how deferential they are to us -- the hidden wisdom of those data centers and the chatbots who are almost human.  We wish that the folks at work were that nice or the folks at home.  AI is appealing in part because they are nicer than people in their dealings with us.  You never have to say you are sorry and you never have to muster up the words to forgive the hidden humanoid who is there at your beck and call.  The bots can do all things well enough to be better than the real thing -- even relationships and sex!  Who is not impressed with the appeal of a make your own friend, companion, or lover?

Our virtual AI “companions” seem to be willing to trust our secrets, be sympathetic to our quirks, nice, and, even more importantly, attentive.  Lord knows, we live in a world of distracted, indifferent, duplicitous, and disappointing people.  Perhaps the promise of AI is that it will someday offer a real enough alternative to simply check out of the mess of relationships, friendships, etc... Even our own bodies can be transcended and we do not have to be bound by our looks or size or shape or, even, gender.  At some point, we will be able to travel without leaving home, just as eat food we do not cook or even leave the house to obtain.   The surprise here is not that these things are offered to us but that we are so attracted to them and tempted by them to surrender our very humanity to what can never be human.

If for these reasons alone, the Church should be wary about tying our fortunes to AI and media in general.  We do not have the luxury or having a virtual relationship with a real God.  It is about time that we said this out loud in public.