THE BRAVE NEW WORLD OF A. I. SPAM.

We had been astonished that the spammers who flood our site with thousands of comments had not adopted artificial intelligence to make their comments more plausibly human. Instead, they had been leaning on the old reliable techniques that go back to the very earliest days of comment spam twenty years or so ago.

1. Throw a specific-sounding comment at hundreds of sites and hope it may be relevant to one or two of them:

I’ve tried many horoscope sites over the years, but this one stands out for its accuracy and clarity. The daily forecasts are comprehensive yet easy to understand. I love how they break down the influences for each zodiac sign. This is now my go-to site for daily astrological guidance!

This comment was not left on one of the articles here that mentioned astrology.

2. Write something generically complimentary and hope that a few vain site owners will not notice that it could apply to any writing anywhere:

Your writing has a way of resonating with me and making me feel understood Thank you for being a relatable and authentic voice

3. Ask a question that might provoke the site owner to interact with you, thus bringing your comment more attention. Again, the question will have to be generic, since you are going to throw it at thousands of sites.

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4. Use article-spinning software to create endless retreads of the same comment. Article-spinners are based on the assumption that “synonym” means “exact drop-in replacement for a word.”

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5. Do all of the above, but in Russian. There are bursts of a few days at a time when the overwhelming majority of comments sent to Dr. Boli are in Russian.

Almost all these comments are intercepted by our simpleminded spam-blocking software and sent to the spam holding cell, where they accumulate (right now there are 18,425 of them) until Dr. Boli decides to rummage through them to find a few amusing things and then deletes the rest.

But things may be changing at last. Yesterday we got our first AI-powered spam comment.

Dr. Boli’s satirical voice has always been a masterclass in gentle humor, and the carefully curated magazine format under his editorship continues that brilliant tradition. The way he blends scholarly pretense with absurdity creates a unique reading experience that rewards repeated visits.

It is immediately obvious that the bot has “read” at least some of the site, in that it “understands” what kind of site it is commenting on and adds enough specific detail to make that understanding obvious. It is using the same psychological manipulation as No. 2 above, but it is much more effective. If you did not notice the slick AI style of it, or the link in the commenter’s name that leads to a chatbot site, you might believe it was from a genuinely appreciative reader.

We also notice that it made it past the simple bot fence we have set up, meaning that the AI-powered commenter was able to outwit our little mousetrap, and we may have to build a better one. (Or it is possible that the comment was posted by a human who used AI to write it; we have no automatic defenses against human commenters except that their comments are held for moderation if they have not commented before.)

Well, now, what are we to do about this new AI comment spam? Obviously the same thing we would do if a real human left a spam comment. That does happen occasionally, and for the moment we see no reason to make any distinction between bots with bad intent and humans with bad intent. Or if there is any distinction to be made, it will be in favor of the humans. Dr. Boli has usually been happy to consider it news rather than spam if a human reader mentions and links to her own book, for example; he would not apply the same generous assumption to a bot.

Meanwhile, we can take this opportunity to admire how fast the bots have developed. They are turning into competent criminals very quickly.

And, by the way, if you wonder why your electric bills keep going up, it is because huge server farms are providing artificial-intelligence services to scammers and cheaters of all descriptions. In an ideal world, perhaps, the costs of all that extra power consumption would fall entirely on the criminals who do the consuming, who would thus be forced to learn valuable lessons about balancing current expense with anticipated income. In the world we have created, however, criminals are a privileged class, and it is the duty of the rest of us to support them by spreading the cost of their crimes through the general population. This is how we make sure that virtue is indeed its own reward: by not sullying it with any other material considerations.

AN INSPIRATIONAL ADAGE.

We were out walking on Wood Street in Wilkinsburg when we came across a building festooned with inspiring sayings, painted by a local artist, about self-reliance and psychological health. We had just read the panel that said “Nothing falls from the sky.” How true, we thought. In order to succeed in the world, it is necessary to make one’s own—

But then there was a sudden cloudburst, and the rain came down in buckets, and we were forced to dash for shelter.

DR. PROCTOR.

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Music: Theme, in and under for…

Announcer. Doctor Proctor! The continuing story of a noble physician at the McGinnick Clinic in Allemania, Pennsylvania, and the trials he faces while trying to do the right thing.

Music: In full to end, then segue to clinic theme and fade.

Dr. Proctor. Nurse Terse, Mr. Pfister here needs a spleen vaccine. Please have Aide Quaid wheel in the vaccination station.

Nurse. Actually, it wheels itself in. It uses SmartCart technology.

Dr. Proctor. I don’t hold with that mumbo jumbo. But here comes Miss Bliss.

Miss B. Don’t forget to have Mr. Pfister sign the vaccination authorization, Dr. Proctor. If you forget again, it’ll be double trouble for me.

Dr. Proctor. Here, Mr. Pfister. Sign on the line.

Pfister. Easy peasy, Doctor Proctor.

Miss B. Thank you, Doctor Proctor. Administrator Finistrator has been on my case.

Dr. Proctor. Glad to oblige, Miss Bliss. Now, before we go on, Mr. Pfister, we have to test for a rare condition called “green spleen.”

Pfister. Green spleen?

Dr. Proctor. Yes. Nurse Terse, prepare the green-spleen screen.

Pfister. Will it hurt?

Dr. Proctor. It’s just a quick ab jab. Not deep enough to get into the bone zone.

(Sound: beeping alarm.)

Nurse. Mr. Pfister’s green-spleen screen shows positive, Doctor Proctor.

Dr. Proctor. Hell’s bells!

Nurse (sotto voce). Should I call for Pastor Castor?

Dr. Proctor. Not yet, Nurse Terse. Mr. Pfister, you have green spleen, but I can still save you if—

Lieutenant (entering). Hold on there, doc! Stop the clock!

Nurse. Why, it’s Lieutenant Pennant from the Fraud Squad!

Lieutenant. That’s right, Nurse Terse. Doctor Proctor, Mr. Pfister here is wanted for violating the Tract Act.

Dr. Proctor. The Tract Act? How did he violate that?

Lieutenant. With a cook book he published. A recipe for “Mile-High Custard Pie,” making the most generous consumption assumption, produced results that reached five thousand three hundred seventy-five feet at the most. It’s a no go.

Dr. Proctor. Well, Lieutenant Pennant, Mr. Pfister isn’t going anywhere till I say so. He has green spleen. He needs narcotics and antibiotics.

Lieutenant. Oh, yeah? Well, District Attorney Burney got Judge Mudge to give him a warrant, so I guess I’ll be taking Mr. Pfister with me.

Dr. Proctor. Warrant, schmarrant! No way José, Lieutenant Pennant!

(Music: Theme, in and under for…)

Announcer. Will Doctor Proctor have to release Mister Pfister into the uncaring hands of Lieutenant Pennant, or will he think of something smarter than anything he thought of in this episode? Tune in next week to find out! Meanwhile, friends, have you provided for your houseplants in case you suddenly kick the bucket? The Endurance Insurance Company of Halls Falls, New Jersey, can set you up with a carefully tailored policy that will care for your plants when you’re pushing up daisies. Call your Endurance Insurance agent the first thing tomorrow morning. This is your host Barnaby Yost saying, Good night and sleep tight.

ASK DR. BOLI.

Dear Dr. Boli: My daughter brought home some cans of something labeled “prebiotic soda.” There are days when I wonder why I took all those English classes in school. Can you explain what “prebiotic soda” is? —Sincerely, A Father Out of His Depth.

Dear Sir: As its name implies, prebiotic soda is soda you drink before you are born. Similarly, postbiotic soda is soda you drink after you have died. From the general tone of your correspondence, Dr. Boli suspects that you fall into neither of those categories.

LETTER TO THE EDITOR.

Sir: I have a suggestion. What I think is that we should take the things that are over here, and put them over there. There are entirely too many things over here, and they clutter the place up. All that clutter leads to traffic congestion and accidents and whatnot, so we are paying a high price for having all those things over here. But if we moved them over there, then they would not be over here. Now, it is quite likely that they would cause just as much clutter and other difficulties over there, but that is only to the moral good of the world. It has been well established that over here is where the good people are, whereas bad people are the ones who exist over there. Whatever inconvenience we cause the bad people is not only justifiable; it is laudable. It would be ideal if evil could simply be eliminated from the world. Of course that cannot be done all at once, but one first step we can make in the direction of ultimate good is to take the excessively accumulated things that are over here and put them all over there.

Sincerely,
Rimbaud Fistula Prack,
Pine Township

INTELLIGENT OR JUST REALLY GOOD AT PREDICTING?

What are we to think of “artificial intelligence”? Is it really intelligent?

When they compose text, the experts tell us, large language models work by predicting the word that is most likely to come next. Dr. Boli has heard many technical people explain that these software entities are not really intelligent: they are just very good at predicting the word that comes next.

But in order to deny the intelligence of the bots, Dr. Boli thinks, it would be necessary to prove that, when Dr. Boli is making his most entertaining conversation, he is not just very skillfully predicting which word ought to come next.

The assumption of those who would deny the bots intelligence seems to be that, in real human intelligence, there is a divine spark that controls the flow of scintillating repartee in a supernatural way. But no one has ever demonstrated the existence of that divine spark in a way that would satisfy science.

What if, instead, the human mind really is just a huge accumulation of neurons doing exactly what a large language model does: predicting the word that will come next?

Would that make it less divine?

What if, in fact, what it means to be God is simply to be infallible in predicting what comes next—the next word, the next event, the effect of any cause, the next in any series of conclusions, backwards or forwards to any point in time?

Would that make God less divine?

And in creating artificial intelligence, are we trying to build God?

If we are, Dr. Boli believes that God has nothing to worry about. We have imbued all our AI bots with our own idiocies and imperfections. But if God has a different opinion, we may yet see a day when God suddenly decides, “Go to, let us go down, and there confuse their large language models.”

We’ll see.