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“Workslop is AI-generated content that masquerades as finished work but fails to meaningfully advance any actual task.”
(Source article: Forbes)
Or as I think of it, workslop passes along the job of dealing with content from the person who generates it to the person who receives it.
I have had more than a couple brushes with workslop this past while. With respect to AI use by participants at the PE Conference, I wonder:
If you used AI as a participant and posted the results to a forum, do you recall what you posted?
Do you remember what you generated? Or why?
How much cognitive effort was there on your part?
Did the resulting AI work you posted give you something you value and still carry with you?
My wondering has called to mind something a professor friend used to tell his students. During the course where he taught Dante’s Inferno, he’d draw special attention to the scene where Virgil and Dante encounter Cerberus, the 3-headed dog guarding the 3rd circle of hell. (Cerberus is angry appetite personified, hungrily attacking the souls in the 3rd circle and tearing them apart, repeatedly.)
In order to get past Cerberus, Virgil bends down and scoops up a double handful of the muck and mud they’re walking through. He balls it up and throws it. Cerberus, like any dog, chases after it. When Cerberus (who is not a good boy) gets the ball, his three heads go at it crazily, tearing into it for any edible bits.
My friend called this “The Cerberus Maneuver”. He said it was what most students did each semester when their research papers were due. They’d ball up their research, holding it together with badly argued original content, big words, and numerous questionable citations and references, throwing it for the professor to run after it.
When explaining The Cerberus Maneuver to his students in light of their having just read that section of Dante, he finished with:
“It is your hope that I am so busy trying to find value in what you’ve thrown to me, that you’re able to run past me and make it to the end of the semester before I figure out it's just mud and muck.”
“What you don’t realize,” he’d continue, “is that I am not Cerberus; I am a creature of intellect and good judgment. And you are not the first student to try and confuse me with what looks like a nice and yummy ball to chase.” |