Fco. Javier Recio

Mark Zuckerberg just described the death of human connection on the internet and no one flinched. One sentence. Fifteen years of erosion in twelve words. Mark Zuckerberg: “Social media started out as people primarily interacting with their friends. And now… at least half of the content is basically people interacting with creators.” You used to open your phone to see what your friends were doing. Now you open it to watch strangers. You did not choose this. The algorithm chose it for you. It tested your friends against optimized strangers. Your friends lost. Every time. A stranger with better lighting, better timing, and a better hook held your attention three seconds longer than someone who loves you. So the algorithm buried your best friend’s wedding photos under a cooking video from someone in Dubai you have never met. And you watched the cooking video. That was the first replacement. Friends for strangers. You barely noticed. The second one is already underway. If the algorithm already proved strangers outperform your real relationships, and AI can now build a stranger more engaging than any human alive, the math finishes itself. The AI does not have a bad week. It does not post something careless and lose the algorithm’s favor. It does not burn out. Every word calibrated. Every frame tuned. Every pause placed at the exact interval that keeps your thumb from moving. A human creator competing against that is carving stone tablets in a world that just built the printing press. The economics are not even close. A person needs rent, sleep, and motivation. The machine needs electricity. When the cost of generating perfect content hits zero, the feed fills with faces that do not exist. Voices that feel familiar. Opinions that mirror yours just enough to feel like trust. Personalities built from scratch to feel like someone you have known for years. You will not know when the switch happens. That is the point. The feed does not care whether the thing holding your attention has a pulse. It cares whether you stay. And a machine that knows your patterns better than you know yourself will always keep you longer than a person ever could. This is not a warning. Half of it already happened. You lost your friends to strangers and did not notice. You will lose the strangers to machines and call them friends. Somewhere in a different app, in a different tab, in a room you are sitting in right now, someone who actually knows you is living a moment you will never see. Not because they stopped sharing it. Because you stopped being where it was.

Despedimos a Raúl del Pozo, escritor de periódicos, periodista de la mejor literatura, corresponsal, enviado especial, reportero siempre, quien mostró en su columnismo extraordinario la precisión que dan las lecturas aquilatadas y la mirada de quien ha atravesado calles, sombras y la orilla de todos los márgenes.  Se va el joven reportero de corazón que sentía que tocaba el cielo con las manos al publicar en primera, el mejor relator del ruido de la calle y quien mejor colgaba el teléfono. Otro veterano, otro artesano de la palabra con seis décadas de oficio en lo más alto y amigos a prueba de vida.  Para ellos, y para su familia, nuestro abrazo con cariño.