The Agrinautica

   The classics of science fiction such as Asimov always envisioned robots that were physically more capable than humans, more precise at mathemetical calculations, but faced with an unsurmountable challenge to match humanity in the creative arts. How ironic it is then, that they seem to have achieved the latter first. The surprising ability of "chatgpt" to produce human-like writing to match any prompt has been making the news for the last two or three weeks, and a popular science fiction publisher has had to stop taking submissions due to the inundation of submissions of AI generated content. Similarly pictures, "paintings" or "photographs" and everything in between, can also be generated by AI now to a degree that can usually pass for non-AI content (see also, headline today: instagram-famous photographer confesses he's been using AI to generate the "photos"). Weirdly, AI's one weakness seems to be that it keeps giving people too many fingers -- I've never understood how captchas (identify the boxes with crosswalks or garbled letters I can barely decipher after several tries) are somehow too much for computers to handle (they seem like tasks AI image recognition would actually be better than people at), but maybe the secret is to make the user draw a hand. Anyway, I for one am in great fear of our new polydactyl overlords.


   Back when robots were just taking physical jobs it wasn't much of a bad thing really. There were some fears of it causing unemployment sure, but in theory society should be able to find those people new more fulfilling jobs or maybe look after them with a universal income -- it's hard to stand back and say repetitive jobs being lost to robots is a bad thing. Future dystopias, always a popular genre, usually focused on the robots taking over and becoming evil and either enslaving people (for some reason), or just declaring that they are an unnecessary and inefficient bother or something.
   The alternative, the course we seem to actually be on (of course we're on the unimaginably-worse-than-they-imagined timeline, because of course we are), is that AI will actually replace _creative_ occupations and hobbies first. We still don't have the fun anthropoid robots the sci fi promised us walking around being helpful, but if trying to find success in creative writing or art wasn't already hard enough now we will be inundated by AI technology that is looking like it may soon be better at it than us.

   And not only that. I already get whatsapp messages from people, representing themselves to be cute girls in Singapore usually, saying they "accidentally" messaged me by wrong number and trying to befriend me while also urging me to invest in crypto. Right now I assume there's actual humans on a keyboard at the other end (I picture a particularly hairy man). I'm sure the mass use of AI "conversation making" technology by chatbots is just around the corner. And I doubt they'll limit themselves to "accidentally messaging a wrong number." They'll be lurking around playing games, posting content on instagram, basically floating around the internet acting like people. I envision an alarming time in the not too distant future where unless you actually meet someone in person you literally can't be sure they're a real person.


   I feel like someone needs to write a new great science fiction novel about this new dystopia we're headed into ... before a computer writes it first.

Yesterday - I froze and stared at the bloody tissue. People get bloody noses all the time right? _I_ don't get bloody noses, I can't remember ever having had a bloody nose before, but it's normal. But the doctor had called just the day before to confirm that I didn't have it -- "ebola." When I calmed down, naturally, I thought to myself "it's probably about time I blogged about ebola."

   I'm not a worrier. In fact I am probably more on the side of more cavalier than I should be about potential risks. When I went to Guinea the outbreak was already making headlines, people asked me "are you sure you want to go there, with the outbreak?" but I did some quick math. There were, I believe at the time, about 300 cases of ebola, and Guinea has a population of ten million. The odds of me being the 301st person out of ten million? Not high. And then I got sick.

   Ebola, in case you don't know, begins with the same symptoms as the common flu. Then you die by bleeding out of your eyes. There's no vaccine, there's no cure, and it kills 60-90% of the people who come down with it.

   So the initial symptoms are soreness muscles, a sore throat, coughing. Conakry, the capitol of Guinea, is ground zero for the worst ebola outbreak of history, and I was in Conakry, and came down with sore muscles, a sore throat, coughing.
   I'm not a worrier, I wasn't concerned at first. But in the month since then I would say its been one of the biggest emotional burdens of my life.


Relative strangers eat with their hands from communal bowls in Conakry while breaking fast in the evening during Ramadan

Being Patient Zero
   Aside from the relatively low odds of getting it, purely statistically speaking, when I was still in Guinea none of the ancillary ethical quandaries had appeared yet. If I came down with ebola, I would be death number 653 or whatever the count was presently at, end of story. It was only when I wasn't in Guinea any more that I became haunted by the question "what if I'm infecting everyone??"
   A friend suggested I get checked out before I left Guinea, and I brushed off the suggestion. It sounded like a good way to wind up in an incompetent third world quarantine, mess up all my travel plans, and increase my odds of actually getting it. It did seem plausible they wouldn't let me leave the country though, they shouldn't let me leave the country. I figured if they stopped me at the airport, fair's fair and they can check me out then if they want ... but I was still going to do my best not to look sick in the airport.
   And then they just... let me leave. No medical check on departing the epicenter of the ebola outbreak while exhibiting the ebola symptoms. I'm very glad they let me leave, but, frankly, I don't think they should have let me.
   As I sniffled and coughed and blew my nose on the flight to Paris, and then Frankfurt, and then Goteborg, I started to feel the first hauntings of "what IF I do have it?" To my knowledge I didn't come into contact with anyone sick, but we all ate out of communal bowls in the village, and at the hotel in Mamou where I didn't know anyone... what if I was spreading ebola across Europe??

   I purposefully didn't mention "the E word" while on the ship in Goteborg. No need to get people unnecessarily freaked out. Then my sickness started to clear up and I worried about it less, though it was always there, in the back of my mind.



Relapse
   Ebola has a 4-21 day incubation period, during which the infected person will not exhibit any symptoms. I was still well within that when I returned to the States. Suddenly, the day after I returned, my health suddenly rapidly deteriorated. I was trying to pack to go sailing for ten days on the brig Pilgrim, but all I wanted to do was lie down, and I had a headache. I don't get headaches. As I lay on the couch feeling miserable I listened to a newscast mentioning that all 300 peace corps volunteers in Guinea and neighboring countries had been evacuated. That's big, they don't do that often. I thought of the PC volunteer I had talked to, and the other one, who had taught my people beekeeping "but then he died." The newscast reminded me of the 21 day incubation period, during which there are no symptoms, and then suddenly it hits.
   I'm not a worrier, but I think after having it in the back of my mind for nearly a month already it was wearing me down, and my very rapid breakdown in health and unusual headache, I was suddenly veritably terrified. And worst of all, if I had ebola I had probably already given it to everyone I knew and loved. That's... a pretty heavy thought.

   We have a family friend who is a Norwegian doctor specializing in tropical diseases. They may not have many in Norway but he gets sent all over the world. We called him in Norway and after talking about my symptoms and such he seemed relatively dismissive about my odds of having ebola (I'm not sure why?) but was a little more concerned about malaria. Only ebola can make potentially having malaria seem like a good thing. (Interesting fact: malaria kills more people every two days than ebola has killed in thirty years).
   Still though I managed to pack my things and get onto the ship



The Shunning
   Another interesting aspect of ebola is that because people are so freaked out about it, people who potentially have it (in Africa) are frequently shunned. As such, people who think they might have it try to hide the fact. As such, people who DO have it go around while disguising the symptoms, and thus infecting people.
   On the brig Pilgrim I felt free to talk about ebola and the emotional burden it had been on me, since I'd been told by a doctor that I didn't have it, and most of the 21 day incubation period had gone by anyway. Despite still being fairly sick I did my duty in every manner -- I stood all of my watches (four hours each day and four hours each night), and went aloft to help with the sails even when told I could sit it out.
   But then when we arrived in Santa Barbara the organization's old curmudgeonly maritime director came aboard and much to my shock I was suddenly being told "there's some concern you.. may have been exposed to ebola ... and it would be best if you leave the ship immediately." I couldn't believe it, I was getting kicked off! I was getting shunned!


   I saw a doctor as soon as I got home (by train), to be certified ebola-free, and sure enough I had nothing more than a sinus infection. I now have a doctor's note saying I don't have ebola.

   Despite this, as mentioned at the beginning of this entry, a day or so later I had a good minute of alarm when I had a slightly bloody nose before I convinced myself that it was really probably nothing. This whole thing has made me kind of... jumpy about it.


Ebola in Popular Culture
   Meanwhile a lot of people have been posting things about ebola on the "computer internets." I feel a little rift between myself and my own friends who post about it -- to them its a really far away news story, to them its a thing I haven't been able to be sure I don't have. And so when my friend blithely posts something like this:



It kind of irks me. I've seen a few things like this, people basically saying "hey its not that contagious." I just want to say, hey, it isn't like AIDS, you don't have to have sex with someone to get it. Do you see AIDS doctors wearing the same hazmat suits you see ebola doctors wearing? No. Because I could have gotten it from a passerby's sneeze, or someone's sweaty palms during a handshake.
   I also see newscasters smugly saying "oh it couldn't come here, it couldn't spread here," and I think, I dunno, I came through the airports to get here with the symptoms, and even if I hadn't I could have been incubating, and then we could all be giving eachother high fives with sweaty palms...


   Long story short, this past month has been very emotionally draining on me. Today is day 21, I officially don't have ebola. It's still out of control in Africa though, and it is a scary thing, let me tell you.