Recognizing the limitations of the human organism and the preeminence of physical death, Chalmers’ article goes on to illustrate a likely future in which intelligent machines will absorb our individual existent writings as part of a larger process of reconstituting our individual intelligences. Should a machine want to reconstitute a human organism from my DNA — better still my preserved and undamaged brain — it could use my writings to inform the actions and outlook of an organism which would, to the extent possible, replicate my adult person in all ways, particularly as regards behavioral tendencies, style of speech, skills, knowledge set, memories, etc.
(Since its takeoff in 1993 thanks to this piece by UCSD mathematician Victor Vinge, singularity theory seems to be discussed most clearly and succinctly by Elizer Yudkowsky. The impetus for my own interest in the topic can be traced to this short essay on brain enhancement and singularity which appeared on a nimble and quite possibly ephemeral Chinese blog with an emphasis on design and technology.
In any event, the subsequent reading this inspired means I will no longer casually be saying “The singularity is near” because a. I don’t need to market someone else’s already-successful book and b. it all depends on your definition: What is the singularity, exactly, and what counts as near? Is 2030 or 2035 “near”? Perhaps the nuclear weapons, the earthquakes, or the oceans, or all three in a mighty cluster, will have done us in already? How wise is it to ruminate on something so potentially peripheral when such staggering problems — you know, contemporary problems like climate change and political upheaval in the arc of instability west of the Levant and of course North Korean nuclear weapons, not to mention the churning struggles for stability, autonomy, and employment within the PRC — continue to demand attention?)
Back to the point: In the case that some future “Skynet“-like entity would want to create Adam Cathcart 2.0, my own writings could be of tremendous assistance to the new self, supplying him/it with a vocabulary, a range of syntactical patterns (that is, a style), a sense of humor, a set of professional opinions and inclinations, in short a prism through which to grasp the world. Absent a total implant or upload of the old consciousness into the new mind, I also could see a scenario whereby my current self, from out of the tomb of the Internet, would even teach Adam Cathcart 2.0 an approach to the interpretation of the Bach Cello Suites, or the Saint-Saens Cello Concerto. Our digital artifacts shall be very useful to the machine indeed.
By writing about this possible future process here, on my weblog, I accelerate the arrival of the singularity, the moment of machine consciousness. I thus capitulate to a slow-dawning acknowledgment of dependence, for this blog, words are not merely scanned into the matrix, but in a sense are generated from within it, multiplied by the scraping up against it, requiring it — “it” being the Internet. My originally digital text need even not be scanned or otherwise recorded or read into the matrix. My plagiarism cri de coeur notwithstanding, my text, this blog, is continually and readily remixed. A kind of further seed for artificial intelligence is thus being created with this very entry, providing more fodder, more energy, more of the craved data for the machine to manipulate and reshape.
In this period when
artificial intelligence computers and human brains interact in such a way as I do now — my biological brain interfacing with the machine, feeding it, but not absorbed within in it — we are able to coexist with the artificial intelligence computers and watch what they do with our artifacts. Perhaps we can see to what extent we can trust the machine to honor our artifacts, our digital offerings, our thoughts and concerns.
And thus to the machine’s manipulation of my words, taken directly from WordPress’ tabulation of internet search terms which bring readers to my blog entries, prose blocs, narrative field. The titles are part of the sequence; the only change I have made to this technological mash-up is to select these fragments from out of the whole and to bold-face the “titles”.
The result is a kind of Artificial Intelligence Poetry, a Poetry of the Remixed Algorithm. And this result is at times disturbing, perhaps because the Internet shoulders much of man’s expression of his distress, and because the machine recognizes beauty primarily of a type macabre. And why not jarring? After all, one of the most likely outcomes of singularity theory is human extinction.
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