I am „Superlativophobia“ or superior tired of artificial speed!

Websterix

 

The Whiplash Generation: Standing Still in the AI Hurricane

 

We didn’t see it coming. Not really. Not the sheer, gale-force velocity of it. One moment, we were marveling at the first vaguely coherent, if nightmare-fueled, images spat out by early AI. We were finding use cases, stumbling like explorers in a new, pixelated wilderness, gingerly poking at possibilities. We were barely catching our breath, barely understanding the implications of the last „mind-blowing“ leap, when the next generation slammed into us.

 

And then the next. And the one after that.

 

Each wave isn’t just an incremental improvement; it’s a paradigm shift delivered overnight. Higher fidelity, finer control, surprising new modalities – tools appearing before we’ve fully grasped the manual for the ones we just got. The „pixel chaos“ we wrestled with yesterday is now tamed with shockingly intuitive brushstrokes, text prompts evolving into precise surgical instruments. The potential is exhilarating, dizzying, genuinely transformative.

 

But here’s the thing: my mind is full.

 

Guess what? I know I can’t stop it. The development train isn’t just barreling down the tracks; it’s achieved warp speed, fueled by vast capital, insatiable curiosity, and genuine breakthroughs. Groundbreaking tech is the new normal, arriving not in years, but in months, sometimes weeks. The relentless churn of „next big things“ is the air we breathe.

 

So, I plant my feet.

 

Not to halt progress. Not to shout into the void. But to stand the ground for a while. To check the balances.

 

• Balances of Use Cases: Is this new, dazzling capability solving a real problem, or is it just a shiny new hammer looking for a nail? Does it empower creators, or simply add another layer of complexity? Does it genuinely enhance communication, art, science, or is it just another novelty destined for the discard pile? We rushed past the last two generations before fully mapping their ethical contours and sustainable applications. Can we afford to do it again?

 

• Balances of Robust Production Value: Is it actually reliable? Or is it a house of cards, beautiful until the first real-world gust of wind? Can it be integrated, scaled, maintained? Or is it destined to be a fleeting demo, a tech marvel that crumbles under the weight of actual production demands? The race often favors the „wow“ over the „works consistently.“

 

• Balances of My Own Sanity: Frankly, I’m tired. Tired of the superlatives. Every release is „ultimate,“ „revolutionary,“ „unprecedented.“ Tired of the breathless hype cycle that demands constant, wide-eyed amazement. Tired of wading through oceans of untested nonsense masquerading as innovation, promising the moon but delivering little more than vaporware or ethically dubious parlor tricks. The constant state of being „mind-blown“ is exhausting. It leaves no room for quiet contemplation, for deep integration, for simply using the tools well.

 

The sheer speed creates a pressure to constantly consume, adapt, and evangelize the next thing, often before the dust has settled on the last. It risks turning us all into perpetual beta-testers in a never-ending tech demo, never truly mastering anything, always chasing the next fleeting high.

 

So, yes, the hurricane rages on. The next mind-blow is already forming on the horizon, I’m sure. The developers won’t pause. The investors won’t pause. The relentless engine of progress won’t pause.

 

But I can.

 

I can choose, consciously, to step out of the gale for a moment. To catch my breath. To look critically at what we have, not just drool over what’s coming. To demand robustness alongside revolution. To seek substance beneath the superlatives. To value thoughtful application over raw, untamed potential. Maybe I’ll even deliberately „over-jump“ one or two of the next announced „mindblows.“ Let them rush past. I need to tend to the garden of what’s already here, ensuring it’s actually growing something worthwhile, not just flashing neon.

 

Sorry. Not sorry.

 

Because look… there’s a butterfly. Right over there. Its wings, intricate and fragile, operating on a technology perfected over millennia. No hype. No version number. Just quiet, efficient beauty. A perfect system, humming along.

 

I have to go check. For just a moment, I need to stand still in the sun, watch its flight, and remember that not everything needs to move at the speed of light to be profound. The AI storm will still be raging when I look back. But for now, balance.