A brief lamentation on the subject of the discourse on "artificial intelligence". We are ready to stand up for the funeral about our unique nature and many historical deeds. It would be nice to determine the significance of the phenomenon of Our thoughts and deeds… The authors considered themselves enlightened individuals, until the moment of entering the stupor of the name of Parvenu Jourdain. We read thousands of books that were free translations of the Authors. Their Prose called Us to thoughts and actions. But these were the free interpretations of translators of all stripes and ranks. The circumstances of the time and place changed the transformation of vocables a lot! And Nabokov's Lolita to help us ) We have glasses on our nose and Autumn in our eyes, according to Isaac Babel… Claes' ashes are pounding in Our hearts, Or just Ashes?? And that collectively we attack the fragile loach in the form of AI, if we ourselves are no more than the free fruits of self-development… In short, we are the product of intellectual generalizations that do not like the new narrative.…