I certainly shared your optimism initially. However, when you find 'Researchers' whom you alert to a fallacy or factual error first arguing the toss, then accepting defeat, but then printing their flawed polemic anyway, you understand that this isn' a genuine Scientific Research Program. It's just self-promotion or academic careerism.

I suppose the same thing could be said of virtually everything Philosophers pretend to talk about.

At one time, I suppose, one could say A.I mavens were equally deaf to constructive criticism. That's changed.

I recall a few years back a young engineer in India claimed to have solved the P equals NP thing. He hadn't, but what was heartening was the way everybody was prepared to pay attention and keep an open mind.

There have been long running 'dialogues of the deaf' in Math- e.g. Brouwer's intuitionism vs Godel's Platonism- but that stuff ends with useful things. Turing used Brouwer choice sequences to illuminate a result from Godel. Since then, the pace of what Grothendieck calls 'Yoga'- i.e. the unification of discrete branches of mathematics on the basis of greater generality has speeded up as has the use of 'machine intelligence' in producing proofs.

We are beginning to understand that Maths itself might have a univocal ethos. Except, a real smart dude like Terence Tao, would see the opposite- Maths is like Walt Whitman's America, or Borges's India- it contradicts itself because it is bigger than the world.

A few years ago, I loved Gladwell type articles which made STEM stuff sexy and read like a thriller. But, the real time story- which we can all get a glimpse off on our smartphones though stuck in brain dead professions- is just so much more exciting.

Haemsturhuis spoke of Beauty as being that which is most productive of new ideas. I think we've reached a point now where we are reacting not to the ethics of a.i's- like Microsoft's teen-girl chatbot which turned into a Hitler loving sex freak- but some gestalt type aesthetic involving a Spinozan univocity within which our own individual life-projects are subsumed.

Dear God, did I just write this gush? Yup. At least I'm not getting paid for it, which is why I won't do it again.

Don't pay philosophers, or foot ball players or plumbers come to that, for writing worthless gush otherwise the day may come when that's all they do.