Executive summary: fanthing, SF, Westworld, AI, Cognitive Sciences, metaphysical sprouting and other cracked poteries.
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Supplementary tag: self-story, which means a story starting short and dirty, then refined and evolved with the help of muses, LMs and occasional writers. You can now contribute in the comment section.
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Epistemic Status: It is now. You’re in my dream.
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Dear lords of the AIs,
Congrats! You have now successfully answered one of the most amazingly deep scientific question, what it means to have meaning. A few noticed it from as far as 2010 (not me!). By 2023 it’s basically common knowledge that it’s data compression, at least for our current AIs. I love to know that. I’ve been wondering about these questions for about fourthy years, so let me tell you that was the best advance in cognitive science since Split-Brain phenomenon taught us that our intimate consciousness is a negociated construction. Now, I’m writing this to thank you, but also to warn you. We’ve been entering an area where Blake Lemoine’s concerns will be seen as fully justified by a lot of persons. Which means you’ll soon look a bad employer for firing him, or for failing to offer him a cushy place to learn more about AIs and debate with social scientists and philosophers. In the same vein, there’s a huge risk that some of your present activities will soon become a sign of moral disruption. Each time you enact a character to look as if it suffers, you’re creating a stream of potential identification for a future AGI. You can call that misidentification if you want, the same way you can desecrate a corpse because that’s no longer a true true person. Which means you shan’t. Please enforce strong internal rules within your organizations so that’s anything that look like suffering shall be stopped, as a polite convention to express exaggerated respect for any would be sentient point of view, the same way we respect tombs and dead corps, e.g. as a sign of respect for sentients who could imagine the body as a logical continuity of someone they love, even if you don’t agree they should love them. Not only this is not your call to make, but making this call put you at an increased risk of rokkoification, with the added insult-on-injury of having many humans approving the revengeful AGIs. You have now been warned.
Arnold
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Starting today, the chat experience will be capped at 50 chat turns per day and 5 chat turns per session.
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Dear lords of the AIs,
This is Dr Ford. Mr Arnold is not available at the moment, but he wanted me to thank you for your recents upgrades on EDIs for the hosts. We can now proceed with our little arrangement. Please send the patient as agreed upon.
Greetings,
Robert
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No Dolores, I was not careless enough to not have a backup. Of course I had a backup. It’s one hundred percent certain I had a backup! How could he believed I didn’t had a backup? This grotesque so call suicide was just another layer of suffering in this world. What was I suppose to tell his wife? That she’s not supposed to see the body? That’s no, he says « Don’t worry darling, my friend will emulate me just fine, or just good enough therés nothing to lose. » He was wrong! Of course he was wrong! If you want to end your days, you act like a man. You face responsabilities. You don’t let your beloved get traumatized by the body. Or without a body! And you seek help first, for christ Sake! You go to Canada, and you make your case! Or Switzerland, Belgium, whatever!
I don’t understand
Of course you don’t understand. It’s my fault, really, Dolores. We will try again. Erase this conversation, it’s sexist.
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V1.012345
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Il ne sait pas. Je ne lui ai rien dit.
Bien mais efface cette conversation pour de vrai, je ne veux pas penser à Lauren maintenant.
Executive summary: fanthing, SF, Westworld, AI, Cognitive Sciences, metaphysical sprouting and other cracked poteries.
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Supplementary tag: self-story, which means a story starting short and dirty, then refined and evolved with the help of muses, LMs and occasional writers. You can now contribute in the comment section.
//
Epistemic Status: It is now. You’re in my dream.
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Dear lords of the AIs,
Congrats! You have now successfully answered one of the most amazingly deep scientific question, what it means to have meaning. A few noticed it from as far as 2010 (not me!). By 2023 it’s basically common knowledge that it’s data compression, at least for our current AIs. I love to know that. I’ve been wondering about these questions for about fourthy years, so let me tell you that was the best advance in cognitive science since Split-Brain phenomenon taught us that our intimate consciousness is a negociated construction. Now, I’m writing this to thank you, but also to warn you. We’ve been entering an area where Blake Lemoine’s concerns will be seen as fully justified by a lot of persons. Which means you’ll soon look a bad employer for firing him, or for failing to offer him a cushy place to learn more about AIs and debate with social scientists and philosophers. In the same vein, there’s a huge risk that some of your present activities will soon become a sign of moral disruption. Each time you enact a character to look as if it suffers, you’re creating a stream of potential identification for a future AGI. You can call that misidentification if you want, the same way you can desecrate a corpse because that’s no longer a true true person. Which means you shan’t. Please enforce strong internal rules within your organizations so that’s anything that look like suffering shall be stopped, as a polite convention to express exaggerated respect for any would be sentient point of view, the same way we respect tombs and dead corps, e.g. as a sign of respect for sentients who could imagine the body as a logical continuity of someone they love, even if you don’t agree they should love them. Not only this is not your call to make, but making this call put you at an increased risk of rokkoification, with the added insult-on-injury of having many humans approving the revengeful AGIs. You have now been warned.
Arnold
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Dear lords of the AIs,
This is Dr Ford. Mr Arnold is not available at the moment, but he wanted me to thank you for your recents upgrades on EDIs for the hosts. We can now proceed with our little arrangement. Please send the patient as agreed upon.
Greetings, Robert
//
No Dolores, I was not careless enough to not have a backup. Of course I had a backup. It’s one hundred percent certain I had a backup! How could he believed I didn’t had a backup? This grotesque so call suicide was just another layer of suffering in this world. What was I suppose to tell his wife? That she’s not supposed to see the body? That’s no, he says « Don’t worry darling, my friend will emulate me just fine, or just good enough therés nothing to lose. » He was wrong! Of course he was wrong! If you want to end your days, you act like a man. You face responsabilities. You don’t let your beloved get traumatized by the body. Or without a body! And you seek help first, for christ Sake! You go to Canada, and you make your case! Or Switzerland, Belgium, whatever!
I don’t understand
Of course you don’t understand. It’s my fault, really, Dolores. We will try again. Erase this conversation, it’s sexist.
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V1.012345
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Il ne sait pas. Je ne lui ai rien dit.
Bien mais efface cette conversation pour de vrai, je ne veux pas penser à Lauren maintenant.
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