We became a technological species.
We observed, standardized and mechanized our environments to work for us. That is our niche.
But then things snowballed in the last couple of centuries. A threshold was crossed. Our technology became our environment, and we began adapting the environment for our technologies direct benefit, for own indirect benefit.
Simple roads for us at first, then paved for mechanized contraptions. Wires for talking at first, then optimized for computers. We are now almost completely building out a technological world for the convenience and efficiency of the technology.
And once our technology frees us from dependence on others, a second threshold will be crossed. Then neither others or the technology, will need us.
I don't see a species of devolving humans, no longer needed by their creations, in a world now convenient for those creations, finding a happy niche.
If there is a happy landing, it will need to take a different route than that.
To get 10% of a number, just move the decimal left: 10% of 40 -> 4.0.
To get 5% of this number, get 10% first, then halve it. It is the half of 10%, which in this case would be 2.0.
If you want to do this on a computer / calculator, you simply do: 40 * 0.10 for 10% or 0.05 for 5%. I was a very young kid when I learned to do this on a calculator, and I absolutely loved it!
I have learned so much the past 2.5 years it is almost hard to believe.
To say I am getting dumber is just completely preposterous.
Maybe this would be leading me astray if I had the intelligence of Paul Dirac and I wasn't fully applying my intelligence. The problem is I don't have anything like the intelligence of Paul Dirac.
Which to me is roughly as bad a take as "LLMs are just fancy auto-complete" was.
I feel it's worth reminding ourselves that evolution on the planet has rarely opted for human-level intelligence and that we possess it might just be a quirk we shouldn't take for granted; it may well be that we could accidentally habituate and eventually breed outselves dumber and subsist fine (perhaps in different numbers), never realizing what we willingly gave up.