On March 28, we held our first in-person workshop, "Views from the Machine," with a group of people from diverse disciplinary backgrounds. Some had their work and employment connected to AI, while others were curious about how AI impacts their lives. All wanted a greater sense of individual and collective agency in navigating the rapid changes caused by its proliferation.

There’s a beginning and an end, or something like that. We begin the final session today aware of the ghostly presences who’ve made themselves known, who we’ve collected like paperclips to a magnet. Some parts of the internet are already dead, long cauterized stretches of digital space inhabited by bots and other unruly beings. Shadows, echoes, and duplicates dialogue between each other and with us. Reverberations of a long-decimated civilization. I wonder, how much noise will be there after we’re gone? Will we leave this place with the television running? With an old voicemail playing over and over into the void? What will it say?