Our Algorithms Are Failing Us

Our echo chambers are only getting louder.

I appreciate recommendation engines and suggested posts as much as anyone but they only feed me more of the same. The machines, they claim to know me, to have me pegged by what I do and say online or in a store or to a speaker sitting on my TV cabinet.

But those are only parts of me, the parts that speak and act. I’m constantly looking for ways to be more whole, to complement the things I already have with something different, not fill myself up with more of the same.

Those intelligent machines, even as they become smarter than humans, they shall only draw lines over the lines I’ve already drawn. They’re neglecting the parts on the inside, below, and before. When it comes to sending me things I truly need, they bring me an outline of myself. And who wants to see that.