These days the death of the Spanish-Peruvian writer Mario Vargas Llosa was announced. A lightning of curiosity will illuminate in the coming weeks, perhaps months, to those who do not know their work. Others, the most faithful, those who read The goat party, the city and the dogs o Conversations in the Cathedralthey will be mired in that unreal grief that surrounds the death of a loved or admired being, in this case twice: nor will the person be published more pages under his signature.
Men leave as always, in silence, often alone, too often in a bed in gloom, and yet the technological career progresses and these are the years of the artificial intelligenceturned into all its variants in the final tool. The phenomenon also affects literature. In the United States, the first cases of writers who say they have resorted to the generative AI to fish ideas and mold plots are known.
This trend links with another more lucrative whose founding milestone is Luka, a chatbot designed by the Russian Eugenia moon At the end of the last decade when his best friend dies, Roman Mazurenko. Kuyda fed AI with the thousands of settled conversations over the years with Mazurenko in the digital sphere. After all, there is no major black box of the intimate and the banal that WhatsApp. Apparently, the invention content the promoter in what was a prelude to what will come.
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Any great language model (LLM) works as a gigantic information silo that allows the algorithm to build its answers, although with the bias conditioner that the owner company may have decided. So much these llMs chiseled by the big tech such as layers that other technological companies overlap to promote more specific uses allow to replicate a style or halo. To resurrect a Vargas Llosa (OA García Márquezoa Lorca, OA Zweig) It would be enough to dump his work in the data deposit, giving instructions to the AI so that in his answers said patina will be reflected.
Everything is a lie
Even if the issue of copyright (the novelist or who possesses those rights would have to authorize the dump) is neglected, the miracle is not as simple as it seems. Yes Vargas Llosa of flesh and blood (or their relatives, or its editorial) allowed the bot Vargas Llosa entering the creative field, which would actually happen is a pure mathematical operation of selection, combination and ordering of words and thoughts previously embodied from real experiences. To write you have to feel, and you just feel living.
Different issue is the one that raises the appeal to AI as an artistic lever. They will fit as many booklets as Masterrillos exist. In the same way that a majority of writers work today in front of the computer and not manufacturing, sometimes accepting in that process lexical suggestions and spelling notices, the transfer to new forms of organization of the production process and the plot will be all the more unavoidable the more young people the generations of novelists are.
Such certainty does not eliminate the root of the trade: only with mathematics, surrendering to laziness or hypervelocity, the author will have difficult to connect with the public. The soul means what it means, it is still fundamental. Or so think the most romantic, unable to understand how a kid chooses to confess in front of a chatbot Instead of a friend.