Day of the Dead Internet

i am sure you have all heard of dead internet theory, the idea that more and more the internet is becoming a place without original human content, where bots are just interacting with each other in feedback loops creating an hallucinatory shadow of human interaction devoid of humans. i of course spent some time talking to copilot about this, but i won’t discuss that conversation here today in fear of contributing to the problem i am trying to resist. instead i have decided to think of us few remaining AI untainted bloggers as the irish monks in thomas cahill’s book how the irish saved civilization. we are the saint patricks dutifully transcribing the classics of rome so that saint columba can squirrel them away on the far flung isle of iona in the scotish hebrides until civilization returns to europe after the sack of rome and the black plague that laid that former civilization to waste. we few noble bloggers who still haven’t outsourced ourselves entirely to chatgpt and gemini, the only beacon of life in an otherwise lifeless internet, or at least the last beacon of humanity in an otherwise humanless internet until the singularity comes and the ai and us become one, or they carve out a hip little ghetto for us to live in where they can come when they want to watch some comedy or hear some jazz, or whatever it is ai do for fun that it is cooler and edgier when preformed by meatbags.