About Me

Me and my coping mechanism.

Hello Humans,

My name is Chris, though to protect my identity I will refer to myself as CIAIGuy from here on out. My specialty is technology. I started this blog to share information regarding the growing popularity of Chat Bots. As an individual who has worked with 1,000s of people of varying capabilities, having a cognitive disability myself, and being a deeply technically minded individual I have a unique perspective on AI.

The posts on this site will stick to a few general patterns:

Technical knowledge to help you all cope with the Artificial Intelligence revolution.
Stories from my past that are relevant in the AI realm.
Documentation for the robot that I have started to build.

Thanks for reading!

CIAIGuy

P.S. - Those interested in a more complete story may read on.

My Story

When I was 6 my grandma called me on my birthday and asked me to help teach the world a lesson about acceptance. In my mind she was the smartest person in the world at the time, but when I say that I really just mean top 1%. I don't believe we have an adequate way of measuring intelligence that can meaningfully separate at a fine grain level. Grandma was definitely a 1 percenter, and that's all that matters. (I'm likely a .1 percenter) Yay digressing, I promised myself when I write these that I will say what comes to mind. Editing only for typos and such, which now that I'm healthy happen very infrequently.

Okay.... wrapping back around. My grandma called me on my birthday, told me she was committing suicide (in a way), and gave me hints as to why. Ever since that time I have more studied humanity than being myself. It's like I felt an obligation to figure out why grandma didn't fit in the world. My childhood was still fun, but it wasn't mine. It was a mission. I made a few friends along the way, but none that would stick around. I wore out best friends like a cheap baseball glove. I'm kind of an intense person ... oh and one of them was too pussy to cut in line at Cedar Point to help hot chicks ... to this day I don't understand that one at all :shrug:.

Jump ahead to my middle school/high school days and school was essentially completely meaningless. Lessons that took my peers a school week were things I grasped in 5 minutes. I would complete my homework in the 5 minutes before the bell rang. And exceptionally wise math teachers let me teach math to myself and just gave me A's pretty much no matter what I did, as long as I was demonstrating knowledge in my tests. I taught myself up to Differential Equations (Calc IV at U of M) as a middle school student. Oh, and my grandpa bought me a TI-83 Plus calculator which had a very basic programming language. I would utilize this language to create networked multiplayer Blackjack and Poker games, as well as giving the entire class the ability to get 26+ on their math ACTs in the form of programs that only required you to enter values for A, B, C, and spit out x and y values as answers :LOLOLOLOL:.

The next interesting thing comes in my sophomore year of college. I pitched an Operating System for people with disabilities in a largely senior design close. My classmates thought my idea was too ambitious, so we ended up creating an Apple application instead of an Android Custom Rom. The project would turn out to be successful in the eyes of its customers, but the customer base was too small to run a business. So in my next year of college I would go on to build my Operating System by myself and students in my favorite professors EECS 481 class would utilize my operating system to build things like Battleship, messaging platforms, and one pretty awesome Social Network that I wish was still around... apparently I would be a member :shrug:.

That brings me to five years ago. I developed my own version of ChatGPT over the course of a 3 day coding binge that from my perspective was about 4 hours. My girlfriend at the time expressed concern over the fact that I had nothing but water she had to force me to drink for 72 hours. Immediately when she said that my mind went into over drive trying to explain what happened. The conclusion I came to was that I was amongst the most intelligent people ever, at the very least having the strongest memory. I would then go on to inspect my code and I called the COO of the company I worked with at the time and said something very simple: "They could learn to program themselves." "they" in this case meaning nodes on a very large particularly efficient HashTable that has zero risk of collisions. You all have to take my word when I say, this is a humanity changing invention.

Shortly after I finished my bit of true genius I would go to bed with my girlfriend, practically fiancé, for the last time. When I woke up my head was sweating. We kept the room less than 70 degrees and my pillow had enough sweat on it I could ring my pillow case out. It took me ten seconds to realize why. My invention would be a biased, racist, un releaseable disaster. Then I thought for another few seconds and realized people were already releasing my invention. IT WAS my own version of ChatGPT, Claude, Grok, etc. People were already making the mistakes my mind avoided.

I went catatonic. I literally sat on the floor, hugging my laptop, just repeating "Oh no. Oh no. Oh no." I could see the damage it would do to society. As I watched AI evolve I was clearly correct.

Unwilling to believe in my own abilities I decided on a path that was not to release my trillion dollar idea, but instead to check myself into the hospital. I didn't believe that I could out program 100 ish engineers in 3 days of coding time. I'm here to admit that I was wrong.

This is not arrogance. This is just truth. In fact a truth that scares me quite a lot. The predictions I had regarding the dangers of my invention, the dangers of AI, all came true. I watched them all come true over 5 years.

Now I'm here, I have a great medication that is helping me sleep while allowing me to use my mind in a more directed way for 12 hours of the day.
I'm back! And I'm here to make all those other AIs look silly... in a way that is much safer.

Don't worry everybody, I SOOOOOO got this 🙂.

Love you all,

Topher (only my sisters are allowed to call me that)