Brian Peacock wrote:When machines start desiring to be other than they are, and worrying about how to achieve it, then they'll be intelligent.
And by the time we realise what's going on, we'll already be superfluous.
Brian Peacock wrote:When machines start desiring to be other than they are, and worrying about how to achieve it, then they'll be intelligent.
Brian Peacock wrote:Perhaps. The problem, as far as I see it, is with the word 'intelligence' itself. Sure, we can device systems which allow machines to amass data and implement routines according to sets of (degrees of fuzzy) rules, but are such kinds of statistical analysis and pattern-recognition 'intelligence' as we mean it? No, not really. Mostly the concept of 'artificial intelligence' can be encompassed by the term 'automated pattern recognition' in the same way that most Science Fiction can be encompassed by the term 'engineering fantasy'. When machines start desiring to be other than they are, and worrying about how to achieve it, then they'll be intelligent.
When machines start desiring to be other than they are, and worrying about how to achieve it, then they'll be intelligent.
Sean Hayden wrote:...When machines start desiring to be other than they are, and worrying about how to achieve it, then they'll be intelligent.
This seems like an odd requirement for intelligence, perhaps you meant to say "human" instead? You will wish to be machine, I assure you.
Brian Peacock wrote:Sean Hayden wrote:
We are intelligent by evolutionary necessity, not by design. The driver of intelligence is the need to survive long enough to fuck. What drives a machine is batteries.
Brian Peacock wrote:Sean Hayden wrote:...When machines start desiring to be other than they are, and worrying about how to achieve it, then they'll be intelligent.
This seems like an odd requirement for intelligence, perhaps you meant to say "human" instead? You will wish to be machine, I assure you.
We are intelligent by evolutionary necessity, not by design. The driver of intelligence is the need to survive long enough to fuck. What drives a machine is batteries.
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Since the 1970s, Sigmund Freud’s scientific reputation has been in an accelerating tailspin―but nonetheless the idea persists that some of his contributions were visionary discoveries of lasting value. Now, drawing on rarely consulted archives, Frederick Crews has assembled a great volume of evidence that reveals a surprising new Freud: a man who blundered tragicomically in his dealings with patients, who in fact never cured anyone, who promoted cocaine as a miracle drug capable of curing a wide range of diseases, and who advanced his career through falsifying case histories and betraying the mentors who had helped him to rise. The legend has persisted, Crews shows, thanks to Freud’s fictive self-invention as a master detective of the psyche, and later through a campaign of censorship and falsification conducted by his followers.
A monumental biographical study and a slashing critique, Freud: The Making of an Illusion will stand as the last word on one of the most significant and contested figures of the twentieth century.
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