Local Personal Private: AI...
Digital Rights, Digital Locks, Digital Sovereignty
Imagine an AI that has absorbed everything you’ve ever read, every movie you’ve watched, every conversation you’ve had—essentially the sum total of everything you’ve consumed throughout your life. This accumulated knowledge shapes your worldview, your paradigm. Now, imagine that this AI is learning alongside you in real time, respecting privacy boundaries and ethical considerations.
The most hair raising component is that: once this data is processed through a reasoning engine—something akin to GPT-4 and beyond—it doesn’t just store information; it thinks with your context. When you pass away, this AI could serve as your Wisdom Keeper, encoding your voice, memories, and experiences. You’d have the ability to edit and curate what’s available, filtering out anything too personal or irrelevant.
In essence, this AI wouldn’t just recall facts—it would allow for an ongoing dialogue with the sum total of your life’s experiences. The result? A conversation so rich in context and memory that it could feel indistinguishable from speaking with the person themselves.
This crazy idea: that an AI that’s soaked up every book I’ve read, every frame I’ve watched, every late-night rant I’ve had with friends—my whole chaotic life, distilled into a digital brain. Not just a data dump, but a reasoning engine that gets me, evolving alongside me in real time. It’s a tantalizing thought—what if this thing could think with my quirks, my context, my voice? And though a bit far out: when I’m gone, it could stick around as my “Wisdom Keeper,” a curated echo of me, minus the embarrassing bits I’d edit out.
The Dream: A Personal Mind Amplifier
Picture this: I ask it a question—say, “What’s my take on courage?”—and it doesn’t just parrot back some generic spiel. It digs into my life’s archive, cross-references that gritty memoir I loved, the argument I had last week, and spits out an answer that sounds like me, only sharper, clearer. It doesn’t replace my brain; it’s about juicing it up—supercharging my curiosity with a turbocharged sidekick. Privacy’s non-negotiable here. This AI is mine, locked down tight, not some cloud-based snitch feeding data to creepy corps or nosy governments.
Creativity Unleashed
This AI could jive with me. I toss it a wild prompt—like “What’s a sci-fi epic I’d write?”—and it spins a tale woven from my obsessions, maybe tossing in a twist I’d never have cooked up solo. Brian calls this “super prompting,” and I’m hooked on that potential. It’s like jamming with a bandmate who knows my tunes inside out. Creativity isn’t just the AI’s gig—it’s ours together, a mind-meld that summons scenes I couldn’t create alone.
Reality Speaks: Limits and Risks
But let’s not kid ourselves—AI’s got the same problems we do. It “hallucinates,” churning out fake facts like a drunk storyteller. Jordan Peterson’s ChatGPT tales nail it: brilliant one minute, moralizing or fibbing the next. It’s a pattern-matching beast, not a truth machine. And without a body to ground it, it’s missing that gut-check humans get from living. Still, I’m not fazed. Those glitches? They’re quirks we can tame, turning flaws into fuel for imagination.
The dark side’s real, though. If this tech goes corporate or authoritarian, it’s game over—my digital soul sold to the highest bidder, predicting my every move. Credit card companies already guess pregnancies; imagine that on steroids. That’s why I’m all in for Roemmele’s localized AI pitch—keep it local, personal, encrypted, mine.
The Hopeful Horizon
I’m here for where this can take us. An AI that learns my pace, nudging me just past my comfort zone—like a tutor who knows I’m sharper than I think. It could rewrite how I grow, learn, even heal. And after I’m dust? It’s a legacy, a voice for my grandkids to grill about Grandpa’s wild ideas. Sure, it’s not me—no tech can bottle a soul—but it’s damn close, and it’ll happen whether you take the reins or not.
SAVE YOUR WISDOM: SaveWisdom.org
How to Build This Future
Go Local: Craft AI that runs on my own gear—phone, laptop, whatever—keeping my data off Big Tech’s radar. (ollama)
Lock It Down: Pair it with blockchain to bulletproof my privacy and keep my digital self untouchable. (zksnarks)(sha256)
Make It Me: Train it on my life—my books, my chats, my chaos—so it thinks like an extension of my brain.
Push the Edge: Teach folks like me to “super prompt,” turning AI into a creative co-pilot, not a lazy chatbot.
This isn’t a dream—it’s a choice. I’m betting on a future where AI doesn’t own me; it amplifies me. Let’s build that, right now. Before it’s too late.