A tech twist on Hamlet, a glimpse into a catastrophic future and a uniquely personalised tale of societal breakdown immerse fringe audiences in the haunting uncertainty of artificial intelligence
Every new technology unsettles us because it confuses our boundaries. The radio announcer who appears in our living room; the movie star we see on a screen; the relative’s voice we hear on a phone: they all mix up our sense of the real and the imagined.
So it is with artificial intelligence. A poem generated instantly by ChatGPT feels as magical to us – and as magically wrong – as the first printed books must have done to an illiterate population, unschooled in mystical Latin. How to account for something that communicates like a human being, yet is not physically present?
