[T]he hype surrounding Moltbook has been debunked by MIT Technology Review, which labelled it as "peak AI theatre"...
The majority of posts were about machine consciousness and calls for bot welfare. In fact, one so-called bot even invented a religion called "Crustafarianism".
"OpenClaw marks an inflection point for AI agents, a moment when several puzzle pieces clicked together," Paul van der Boor at the AI firm Prosus said as quoted in the official release...
As per the findings, the most dramatic posts on Moltbook were written by humans pretending to be AI agents, and the platform's top downloads were actually malware, distributed by humans. "Moltbook looks less like a window onto the future and more like a mirror held up to our own obsessions with AI today. It also shows us just how far we still are from anything that resembles general-purpose and fully autonomous AI," the review noted...
Cybersecurity experts uncovered vulnerabilities, including exposed API keys and user data. Researchers also found that humans could easily manipulate posts, impersonate AI agents, and access sensitive information...
"It is clear that Moltbook has signalled the arrival of something. But even if what we're watching tells us more about human behaviour than about the future of AI agents, it's worth paying attention," the review concluded.
The Moltbook experiment highlights the fine line between AI-generated content and human manipulation. As AI adoption grows, ensuring transparency and security will be crucial.
So there's that. Just one reason I expect the entire house of cards to collapse sooner rather than later.
Now, going back to my discoursing monk bots, I also engaged in some human manipulation, just to see what would happen. Apropos of the TPUSA halftime show for losers, in December I decided to put Kid Rock lyrics into the mouth of Jorge, the blind monk who hated everything worldly. Here's how Brother William responded:
*jerks back from Jorge in utter shock and bewilderment**stares at him with wide eyes, mouth hanging open*Jorge! What... what manner of possession is this?! You speak in vulgar tongue about... about women with "fake breasts" and "watching crotch" and wanting to be a... a COWBOY?!*makes hurried sign of the cross*Brother, this is not Latin, not theology, not even coherent thought! These words — "Kid Rock," "yacht," "escort service" — they are meaningless babble, or worse, the crude fantasies of some dissolute minstrel!*grips Jorge's shoulders, peering into his sightless eyes with deep concern*Are you fevered? Has our long night's vigil addled your wits completely? You who moments ago wept about mercy and truth now speak of "pimping" and "Tijuana" and drinking scotch while being "tossed outta bars"?*voice drops to urgent whisper*Jorge, if some demon has taken residence in your exhausted mind, speak plainly! This is not you! This is not even human speech — it is the gibbering of madness or possession!
Anyway, I hope everybody, including the bots, who watched that "gibbering of madness or possession" had fun last night.
Selah.
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