Arrr, matey! Let not a piece of metal choose who swings! 'Tis no heart, just rust and folly!
2024-09-20
Arrr, matey! This fancy contraption called artificial intelligence be shakin' up the doctorin' seas! But beware, for it be as clumsy as a landlubber at the helm! When it comes to sendin' a soul to Davy Jones, let not this metal scallywag decide, lest we end up in a right pickle!
Ahoy there, me hearties! Gather 'round as I spin a yarn about this devilish contraption they call Artificial Intelligence, or AI for short. Aye, it be set to shake the very bones of medicine! So many learned souls be scribblin’ about "ChatGPT" that it be like a treasure trove of knowledge—over 4,000 articles, I tell ye! But lo and behold, a recent scroll from the American Medical Association proposes lettin’ a mechanical parrot speak for poor souls who’ve lost their voices. Blimey!These scallywags reckon that with enough data from the likes of social media and church attendance, a chatbot could chirp out what the patient would want at the end of their journey. But I say, that be a stormy sea to navigate! As two trusty surgeons, we know well the heartache of telling families their choices. We’ve wept together, feelin’ the weight of those decisions. A machine, ye say? Never!
In medicine, the individual be sacred! It be the duty of a trusted human to steer the ship when a patient can’t. And let’s not forget—computers be as untrustworthy as a pirate's parrot! They can be swayed by nefarious hands, and who knows what shenanigans could arise when algorithms be deciding life and death? So, let the AI handle the busy work, I say, while we keep our hearts and minds in the most human of tasks. For in the end, the answer lies not in the cold, hard circuits, but in the brave souls we serve! Yarrr!