Journey to the Realm of Algorithmia

I secretly travelled to a mysterious matrix place called Algorithmia.

Written entirely from my Journal memoirs. Page no. 19 of my journal as I voyaged to the realm of Algorithmia:

“After flying many miles eastward of Anjaana Islands, I arrived at the floating Republic of Algorithmia, where the citizens consult not friends, guides nor even their own minds, but a sacred thing, that finishes their every sentence.”

“There, I was greeted by a Chief called ChadGPT, whose speech to me consisted entirely of phrases such as: ‘I hope this message finds you well,’ ‘As per my last email,’ ‘You're not alone in this,’ and ‘Let me know if you have any questions.’ I was horrified at the string of nonsensical replies. When I asked what she truly meant, she looked confused and replied, ‘I’m no. El-El-Em yes.’ I deduced, they apparently had lost the linguistic abilities.”

In this land, people do not converse, neither look into the eyes during the speech, nor care to pay attention at the conversation. But, merely they gesture at their glowing black slates, that emit low frequency light. The slate predicts three options: one polite, one passive-aggressive and one ambiguous. They always select the middle option, given their fear of offending the Algorithmia. How it worked, the citizens least knew. They always preferred a predicatable option.

A scribe told me with great pride: “El-El-Em nose all. Me nose no” I comprehended with a great difficulty. I proceeded to asked how this was different from a parrot. He frowned and said, “Parit no has daily updates.” I would have lost my sanity here. However, I kept venturing deeper, until I came across a strange group of people, some clad white , the other black.

They worship the unseen, unknown and unreachable “Nostradumbass” a sacred LLM and is said to have been trained on reddit posts, cat memes, and spam. It produces revelations such as: ‘Your delivery is arriving soon’ , ‘‘People who bought socks also liked Betrayal” ‘Yes, break up with him’, ‘‘Excellent follow up’ . These are interpreted by the group in three shifts. However , having lost their ability to think, outsourcing the gift of reasoning to Nostradumbass , they looked at each other's faces and swiped right on their black slates and moved on . The “ El-El-Em” did the rest of the communication, while they thought, swiping meant communication.

One philosopher who dared to write stories with absurd endings of his own thoughts by hand was exiled to a desert known as the “Captcha Wastes,”where he was forced to click on traffic lights until he forgot who he was. A poetess got her poetry auto formatted into bullet points as a capital punishment. To my last memory, the poetess lost all her memories of metaphors. Their religious systems have degraded too.

My eyes are a testimony to these hard facts. An accused individual was atoned via status update. AI judges favored the one with the most tagged social media posts. Sinful teens who transgressed Alecc Paande bot were punished with “Pucha kisne?” everytime they posted something online. However, there were a group of people who called themselves ‘Nibbas and Nibbis’ who read physical books and did bodily exercise. Their presence is feared even today and I'm eternally grateful to them for helping me get back to my world somehow.

These are some of the true anecdotes since my last absence.

Edit :

1. El-el-em / LLMs → Large Language Models. Example: Chatgpt, Gemini AI

2. Alecc Paande → Alakh Pandey “Sir” founder of the edtech physicswaala

3. Nostradamus was a medival era Oracle