Tuesday, December 12, 2006
When AI beings start wanting things of their own accord. For example, a robot that has been programmed to *like* to go for walks, to appreciate the aesthetics of a sunset, but then later learns it really likes to stare directly into magnesium oxide burning, or just to look directly at the sun for long periods of time.
When AI beings start to reason and can develop systems of logic and philosophy. When they start to argue about Plato.
When AI beings find new ways to show affection - ways that we didn't program, and ways that we didn't expect.
Then we will know.
lyrics: The Cosby Show
colors: purple and yellow
mood: disoriented, too much weird sleep pattern lately.
chant/prayer/mantra: if it is to be, it is up to me.
Sunday, December 10, 2006
lyrics: mucha muchacha, esquivel
colors: must finish paper
mood: must finish paper
chant/prayer/mantra: must... finish..... pa.... per....
Sunday, December 3, 2006
Hugs, Not Bombs
I think I may have posted that one before, but I always lose track of where it is. Achewood is nice.
Huugs! Huuugs! Huuuugs!!! Huuuuugs!!!!!!!