I want to tell you about a pattern I have observed recently. The pattern is clear, consistent, and predictable. It is this: AI will tell me something that is incorrect and then act as if it was right all along when I prove it wrong. No joke. Basically, it says, “Let me tell you how you were right to question me by breaking things down step by step.”
But my reaction is just as clear, consistent, and predictable. It is this: don’t bother. I know the steps. That’s how I was able to call you out in the first place. If I ever stated that, though, the damn thing would probably take credit. Not only does AI lie, but it takes credit for everything — and it does so with what might be described as “attitude.” Tell me that isn’t intentional on the part of programmers.
AI is like having a friend with no sense of direction who is also a know‑it‑all. Half of what it tells me is wrong, misunderstood, mistaken, or completely out in left field. But here’s the thing: AI does it with such conviction that most people are hard‑pressed to question it.
That was me for a long time. I made the fundamental mistake of assuming that because something looked legitimate and had Silicon Valley pedigree, it had to be right. But this fallacy is merely the contemporary equivalent of thinking something is true because it appears in print. Or somebody in a lab coat said it. Or the government confirmed it. Anyone who remembers Vietnam and Watergate would never fall for any of that.
Let me give you a painful example to illustrate this. It involves directions — not as in how to bake a cake, but geographic location and moving from point A to points B, C, and D. I just got back from Argentina. I was there to scout locations, take notes, interview people, and take pictures — all for a planned novel. This is the first time I have ever undertaken something purely for my own professional reasons. I did plenty of traveling in the past, but that was always for a specific purpose related to my job. Writing was an add‑on. This trip wasn’t related to my job but to my work — emphasis on my work. So, I was excited.
After I settled into town from the airport, I relied on AI to get places: historical and religious sites, parks, museums, libraries, restaurants, chalets, cafés, and even a castle. I had been in the city before — Córdoba, in particular — but that was thirteen years ago, and a lot changed in that time. I changed in that time.
As it turned out, I wandered that city for a week, lost every day, asking for directions from everyone — from street cleaners and passersby to heavily armed police. I did so much walking that two‑ and three‑hour treks were not unusual. I suppose I should be thankful. I got a great workout and a new appreciation for beer. I wasn’t a beer drinker before, but the Argentine Quilmes made me a believer. “El Sabor del Encuentro!” Great drink, that.
What I am not a believer in is AI for directions (and maybe anything else). I will never trust it again or rely on its data, opinions, or suggestions. Interestingly, it is clever enough to cover its tracks by saying things like “according to recent available data,” which is reminiscent of Watergate’s “according to my best recollection.” If a friend tells you that, you know you’re in trouble, but at least they’ll feel embarrassed. Not so AI.
Once I figured out that I had to challenge AI, it would invariably say, ‘Yes, you are right to question. Here’s the truth, so let me explain it to you…’ Again, don’t bother. Here’s my truth — I stayed in four different locations in the province, and each time I found that the information regarding the site and logistics was way off. AI even threw me a curveball — no, a screwball — when I tried to send myself money from Western Union. When you travel, things hardly work out the way the brochure says. AI is the twenty‑first‑century travel brochure.
Lies abound.
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