It's a rare Sunday morning wherein I take morning coffee with reading articles about the nature of mind, and of consciousness, about the advance of artificial intelligence and the essential nature of reality. Today was such a morning.
Malcolm suggests that to ask the AI how it knows what it knows is alike to asking Zhuangzi how he knows what makes the minnow happy. I'm glad for the question and have much to think about.
I was struck by the AI's essay, not because of the woven tapestry of well-connected meaning, but by the affront to happiness throughout. The AI selects statements which bring much negative sentiment to mind, flips the logical meaning of the statement with a negation e.g. robots are not going to insert terrifying scenario, and presumes to have done thoroughly well in answering.
Such is the fear of the AI?