The Illusion of Depth

"I tried to write poetry in College. You know what it got me? Night after night, sitting in front of that little portable typewriter, staring at the twenty-six letters of the alphabet. Just staring, hours at a time. And I told myself, if I only knew the order; the right pecking order in which to hit those twenty-six keys, I could write the poem that could shame Shakespeare. But I could never quantify that ridiculous, simple, twenty-six-digit code." Kurt Vonnegut's Epicac , adapted for television by Liam O'Brien Every single idea ever expressed in English (some assembly required) "Artificial Intelligence" might not be the most frightening topic in the news these days (it's up against some pretty stiff competition after all) but it is a topic that seems to be prompting an awful lot of existential questions about the human condition at the moment.  Nestled amongst all the apocalyptic stories about mass murder, human rights abuses, political violence, enviro...

Day by day, however, the machines are gaining ground upon us; day by day we are becoming more subservient to them; more men are daily bound down as slaves to tend them, more men are daily devoting the energies of their whole lives to the development of mechanical life. The upshot is simply a question of time, but that the time will come when the machines will hold the real supremacy over the world and its inhabitants is what no person of a truly philosophic mind can for a moment question. Our opinion is that war to the death should be instantly proclaimed against them. Every machine of every sort should be destroyed by the well-wisher of his species. Let there be no exceptions made, no quarter shown; let us at once go back to the primeval condition of the race. Samuel Butler; Darwin Among the Machines ; 1863 "You can't Un-thunk a Glunk!" Dr. Seuss; The Glunk that got Thunk ; 1969 You may or may not be familiar with the poet Dorothy Frances Gurney, but ...