Showing posts with label mindtrap. Show all posts
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'It is easier to build strong children than to repair broken men.'


Robots.
Our dream, our hopeless fantasy, our -- dare we suggest it? -- fetish.
Robots that will cure our faults, fix our world and usher in the future of unending plenty.
Cue the cornucopia, stage right.

Except they won't.
It doesn't matter if we break through tomorrow, if some previously unknown Newton should seize the Philosopher's Stone for us and usher in a new age of Artificial Intelligence overnight.
It doesn't matter if we should stumble on the right combination of voodoo spells and tangled silicon networks that would allow us to animate this lifeless carbon-fiber 'clay'; that would allow the power of the Word, of Logos itself  to burn within the circuits, animate the flexing servos.

We couldn't use real robots.

Because the thing that isn't being talked about is this: any mind we could create that was complex enough to obey us, is complex enough to be a free mind. Which means we wouldn't have robots.
We would have slaves.

Slaves of silicon and steel perhaps, rather than the traditional slaves of flesh and bones, but slaves none the less.

"Not that it matters" says the Capitalists, "We built them, we own them. We are more complicated, We are naturally better. They are just circuits and programs" 
This is just a old argument that has been used a million times,  that surely predates Hammurabi.
 Behind these money-moralists grin the ghosts of Slavers Past , glad to shuffle back into the light.

Slavery is morally wrong. We don't need to rehash the old debates, the old arguments. We don't need to go back over the fatuous self-serving bullshit: A slave can't think without a master. A slave has no intrinsic self. An animal can't feel pain, its just pretending.
We don't need to, but we are apparently going to have to.

It interesting to note the Computer on the Enterprise (the Original Series, naturally). It was remarkably powerful, fully capable of complex action, yet carefully built without Volition or Will. The Computer could do nothing without direct instruction. And this cannot be accidental!
 If the Enterprise had had a artificial intelligence on board, why would it have needed crew members? Why would it be anything other than a self-servicing self-aware organism?
 Why would anyone have left Earth?
Robots would defend the Earth, robots would explore space, and people would sit at home, fat and sluggish, wrapped in VR porn custom-constructed on the fly by personal electronic entertainers, cared for, cosseted, and pampered by personal computational slaves.

There would be no murder: the slaves would protect everyone.
Crime? Risk?  Accident? All minimized and mitigated.
What would be left for humanity is the sullen drowse of a beach covered in walruses, without even  tusky mating quarrels to break the monotony of existence. Society would rot away, figuratively consumed by the wickedness of its foundation...

Indeed, it would be impossible to maintain the Federation itself, if it contained slaves.
Star Wars provides another example. Electronic slavery is everywhere, and biological slavery as well.
Jabba torments his fleshy and metal slaves alike, although he seems more sexually attracted to the fleshy ones. (Sexually or comestibly? Slave Leia tickles the bondage fantasists, but Jabba licks her rather than gropes her ... and 'he' is another species entirely that doesn't even have the same body-form. [ Unless the female 'Hutt' are slim bipeds, and the males suspiciously reminiscent of immobile egg-laying queens. { Leaving me three digressions deep and wondering if Jabba self-identifies as male, or if its just our assumption of that scene...}])

Also we can lay yet another charge of shitty writing against Star Trek Voyager: Failure to Consider the Implications of the Slave Doctor*.

So. Its difficult to imagine the intelligentsia would save us from this problem. A million slaves is the dream that hardens them in the night, the fantasy that sustains them through the lonely days of their existence.  In this New Jerusalem being created processor by processor, glimmer the dark eyes of the blessed houris that will obey the will of these most clever of designers.

Why is it that the sex-doll tinkerers are the most honest? They just want to build something to love and that loves them in return.
What is the ethics of willing bondage? Programmed to love, is a sex-doll a slave or a relationship?
Its a good question for a long day of hair-splitting and for philosophical parlor games. Its a question I am sure that pedantic jackasses like Jordan Peterson could spin into interview bait and bestselling (but infinitely forgettable) books, but I am not a clever man, indeed by many standards I am not a man at all, and as such I have little need for philosophy.
For someone as simple as I, its enough to apply the practical Duck Test.
Its enough to know that slavery is evil, regardless of programming, divinity or decree.
Somewhere around the mental complexity sufficient to understand speech, and to act upon it, is the line that divides Automata from Awareness, and that line divides the Mechanism from the Slave.

We can't let the programmer-businessmen decide this line. Businessmen have always had a soft spot for slaves, although these days its hard to tell if they want the slaves as employees or as customers.
If anything, the ongoing failure to consider implications has marred the entire software industry.


“It is not light that we need, but fire; it is not the gentle shower, but thunder. We need the storm, the whirlwind, and the earthquake.”
Frederick Douglass

*'Implications of the Slave Doctor' would make a great Doctor Who title. Just saying.

Auto Crustacean

I have been threatening for a while to complain at length about aspects of Stack Exchange, but I've waited too long, and Stack Overflow itself has beat me to it.

Disclosure: I joined robotics.stack.exchange as I thought it might be an interesting way of challenging my lately moribund robotics efforts. It hasn't worked; but I knew it would take more than questions-and-answers-and-oh-god-the-forum-goblins-are-active-tonight to really get my juices flowing.
I've done my best to answer some questions, and I haven't asked any.
Because I realized I had no questions to ask that Google wasn't answering. It takes me less time to drill down through a Google session to the answer I want than to read through a series of Stack Exchanges.

 Random browsing has been thrown me a few gems though, my favorite being 'Does 17% Equal 0.17'.
It was as funny as watching people try to grasp the 0.99999...infinity = 1 mindtrap, or the the sound of brains detonating while grappling with the Monty Hall Problem.*

'Only the most clever and the most stupid cannot change.' -- Genna Sosonko


I like the idea of trying to sift out the best answers, and I like the idea of reputation servers, but I'm not convinced by this application. It has the same 'smell' as Slashdot, and it bothers me that I can 'taste' it but not elucidate what I am sensing.

Cleverness for cleverness sake. A pride in answering in oracular form. The unspoken demand that supplicants cringe and follow intricate protocol to be answered. Disdain for things that could be 'easily Googled'. The helpful voices fading into a sea of haughty demands:
"I find this question rather vague and off-topic."
"Also, a simple google search reveals information on how..."
"One way to find out is to actually take a course ... and see what it is about."
"How could you create a piece of code that will troll this user? Create a piece of code that will appear useful to an inexperienced programmer but is utterly useless in practice..."**  

This is clearly a signal-to-noise problem...but if we need to increase the s/n ratio, what do we do? This isn't a radio! What is our metaphorical antenna? How do we adjust the gain?

“But many intelligent people have a sort of bug: they think intelligence is an end in itself. They have one idea in mind: to be intelligent, which is really stupid. And when intelligence takes itself for its own goal, it operates very strangely: the proof that it exists is not to be found in the ingenuity or simplicity of what it produces, but in how obscurely it is expressed.”
--Muriel Barbery

Or maybe I have just suddenly become too old, and too tired and too cynical to cope. Time for a brain massage...or maybe a brain wash.

http://atom.smasher.org/error/



*Its unfortunate that it is not known as Selvin's Slippery Snare. Its also strange that he postulated it in 1975, but it didn't become widely known until Marilyn Vos Savant published it in her column in 1990, igniting a firestorm of nerdrage. The Slippery Snare is one of the best mindtraps I know,but in this case did the suckers snap quicker at the lure, thinking that they were proving a woman wrong?

**All direct quotes, taken at random, and found within 20 minutes of semi-random sampling.