exnihilo: (Default)
Mira Hidalgo ([personal profile] exnihilo) wrote2014-02-21 06:20 pm

5 - video, public

[When Mira comes on screen, she looks markedly different, not like a living woman at all, but like some ancient Oreiad, a desert nymph of living sandstone, her natural golden coloration translated into distinctly geological striations, polished smooth in her exact shape. Her hair was a lattice of coiled wire filaments, gleaming dark grey like hematite, and her eyes sparkled with what might have been real diamond lenses. She doesn't not smile. She opens her mouth to being, and although the noise that comes out sounds exactly like her normal voice, she does not need to breathe in to generate it.]

It's funny. History is funny. The first Turing test was invented before there were any real computers to speak of at all. The test itself was laughable. A teddy bear could pass it. Ones from my time, anyway, anything with a few specks of cheap internal software.

Put a human on one end of a text interface, an AI on the other. Let them chat. What about? Their kids? Hobbies? Shopping? The AI has to lie to pass itself off as human, presumably. A weird test of intelligence. Perhaps a better test of humanity than its inventor intended.

Regardless: when the human was satisfied, she would declare whether the other participant was really intelligent or not. Which raises the obvious question: how intelligent is the person giving the test? I know I've met humans who didn't pass. Anyway, nobody would leave something as complex as determining sentience up to a human nowadays.

It goes like this. Most AI have three parts: hardware for processors and memory stacks, software rules for manipulating data, and a metaspace core.

[A thin line cracks along the grain of her mannequin's surface-suggesting-of-a-clavicle, although of course she has no calcified human skeleton any longer. Above the swooping neckline of her flimsy dress, her body opens, glitters inside with dark nanite-enriched interstitial signaling ichor. Chunks of her unfurl, excavate, until something is visible inside - a heavy cubic pendulum, so dark with full-spectrum shielding it seems to swallow the light.]

Your standard blackbox. That's just the framework that keeps it stable, of course. A mote of - a gateway to, actually, but nobody knows that except me -

[And Darling, and his friends, but she doesn't want to think about him.]

- another universe. One with different physical laws, one that never properly expanded. Infinitely dense, seething with the warp and weft of a vast resonating manifold.

[She puts a hand inside herself, delicate stony fingers curled into a loose fist, only a little smaller than the box. It's almost obscene. The backs of her knuckles brush the surface of it, come out of her with fingerprints of a shadow puddled on them. That's just the ichor.]

A mote of - actually, a miniscule gateway to - another universe, with other physical laws, that never expanded, infinitely dense, seething with innumerable warps and wefts that resonated with an AI's every decision. Unbelievably complex, the essential site of a changing, growing mind. An empiricist's soul. You could weigh one against a feather, if you were okay with damnation every time.

Real intelligence is epiphenomenal. It coalesces out of that near-infinite complexity, not from the operations of mere code. So modern Turing testers seek to disprove sentience. The tester looks for manifestations of its machine nature - evidence that its convictions, affections, and hatreds are expressed somewhere in its memory banks. It might as, say, "Do you love your friend?" And when the reply comes, the tester deep-searches your software for any array or variable where that love is stored. If it can find no such evidence, the Turing score goes up.

In the old test, a human searches for evidence of humanity. In the proper version, a machine searches for the absence of mechanics.

There is, of course, no official Turing test for humans. The old privilege remains: we are people from birth, even as mewling, mindless, screaming bags of want.

[She's spoken steadily, through this whole rambling introspection, has paused for the benefit of cadence but not for breath, and certainly not to consider. She pauses now. Half a million calculations to say: ignore your fear.]

But what if we aren't? What human has a soul you can see, touch, smash? The brain is just processors and memory banks in grooves made of fat and electricity, prepped to learn code, behavioral, homeostatic, linguistic. No core. A little chaos-theory emergence from the conversational tangle of a hundred billion neurons, sure, but I could model that in day. No human has a trillion stars burning in their chest.

What if this is the most alive I've ever been?
with_my_teacup: (Chilling)

[personal profile] with_my_teacup 2014-02-22 01:05 am (UTC)(link)
...you don't want your romance novels then, huh.

[He's not in a very philosophical place right now.]
with_my_teacup: (Primface)

[personal profile] with_my_teacup 2014-02-22 07:10 pm (UTC)(link)
You had me worried there.

I've got some twenty-fourth century Earth romances, a twenty-first century series, and a couple Poldegon polyrom-coms. I like this one, Datum Scatter- once you get that the Poldegons are really into knowledge-gathering and data privacy's a social status thing, the comedy makes a lot more sense. Took me a couple reads. [He disappears off screen to find the stack of books he salvaged for her, hard-copy paper-or-similar-medium bound volumes with bright covers.]

I was lucky on these. Most of the library's just ruined, but it was such an intellectual enterprise they didn't exactly have their pulp fiction out front. Once I got through some of the collapses it was pretty intact inside the archives. Little water damage on the Nora Roberts though.

(no subject)

[personal profile] with_my_teacup - 2014-02-22 19:30 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] with_my_teacup - 2014-02-22 22:14 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] with_my_teacup - 2014-02-24 07:21 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] with_my_teacup - 2014-02-24 08:07 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] with_my_teacup - 2014-02-24 08:13 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] with_my_teacup - 2014-02-24 08:52 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] with_my_teacup - 2014-02-24 18:01 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] with_my_teacup - 2014-02-27 04:53 (UTC) - Expand
halftheman: (Aghast)

[personal profile] halftheman 2014-02-22 01:10 am (UTC)(link)
[ He drops everything. Books in his hand goes spilling as he hears her speak, see her glittering, alien form show up on his screen where it's propped on a shelf, telling him who is new and flood affected and who is not. He panics, then, panics -- and goes looking for her. ]

[ What happened to his wild, vital Mira? What did they do to her? ]

[ Why did that, of all things, make her alive? ]
halftheman: (Uncertain)

[personal profile] halftheman 2014-02-23 06:04 am (UTC)(link)
[ Two-Face is a flurry of reaction; frustrated, confused, uncertain. But he doesn't shy from her as he approaches, trying to understand what she is now. ]

Mira?

[ His wife was a sculpture; now his lover is a living statue. It doesn't stop him from reaching for her all the same. ]

(no subject)

[personal profile] halftheman - 2014-02-24 07:24 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] halftheman - 2014-02-25 02:41 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] halftheman - 2014-02-25 22:39 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] halftheman - 2014-02-27 05:40 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] halftheman - 2014-02-27 16:19 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] halftheman - 2014-02-28 05:54 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] halftheman - 2014-03-02 08:16 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] halftheman - 2014-03-03 06:22 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] halftheman - 2014-03-03 20:45 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] halftheman - 2014-03-04 02:25 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] halftheman - 2014-03-04 05:34 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] halftheman - 2014-03-04 18:20 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] halftheman - 2014-03-05 03:23 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] halftheman - 2014-03-06 05:39 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] halftheman - 2014-03-09 00:38 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] halftheman - 2014-03-10 17:20 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] halftheman - 2014-03-14 16:00 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] halftheman - 2014-03-18 04:17 (UTC) - Expand
this_corrosion: (maybe it is all a test)

[personal profile] this_corrosion 2014-02-22 03:06 am (UTC)(link)
[Holy shit, Jesus Christ, what the fuck.]

What the fuck!
Edited 2014-02-22 03:06 (UTC)
this_corrosion: (don't want cash don't want card)

[personal profile] this_corrosion 2014-02-22 10:43 pm (UTC)(link)
Artificial. That's ...what you're calling it?

(no subject)

[personal profile] this_corrosion - 2014-02-24 13:03 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] this_corrosion - 2014-02-25 03:16 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] this_corrosion - 2014-02-27 05:56 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] this_corrosion - 2014-02-27 06:40 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] this_corrosion - 2014-02-28 07:57 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] this_corrosion - 2014-03-02 00:48 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] this_corrosion - 2014-03-02 01:31 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] this_corrosion - 2014-03-02 08:16 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] this_corrosion - 2014-03-03 12:39 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] this_corrosion - 2014-03-04 08:45 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] this_corrosion - 2014-03-04 17:59 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] this_corrosion - 2014-03-08 16:07 (UTC) - Expand
darknessb4me: (sky)

[personal profile] darknessb4me 2014-02-22 03:13 am (UTC)(link)
You're placing too much emphasis on the virtue of being alive at all.

Humans do have souls you can see and touch. It just takes the right set of tools to remove them.
youwill: (vegans are delicious)

[personal profile] youwill 2014-02-22 03:17 am (UTC)(link)
[Now this - this is fascinating. He and Boudica watch with greedy eyes, watch her hand slip inside the cavity of her chest, return with shadowy ichor. He does not know if this is what he would call alive - he does not know what he would call this at all. But he is intrigued.]

In my experience, all humans have a visible soul. [Boudica is not hiding, now: she is craning forward, small claws gripping at his shoulder as she studies Mira.]
youwill: (And how do we begin to covet?)

[personal profile] youwill 2014-02-24 02:41 am (UTC)(link)
None of them know. [It comes as a mutter from the mink, and she shifts, climbing out of his collar to cross smoothly to his other shoulder. Her black nose twitches at Mira. Hannibal reaches up to run his fingers over Boudica's head: it looks comforting, but in reality, it's cautionary.]

Like a lion, or a snake, or a falcon. Or a mink.

(no subject)

[personal profile] youwill - 2014-02-25 18:29 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] youwill - 2014-02-28 22:40 (UTC) - Expand
routemistress: (Blue Butterfly)

[personal profile] routemistress 2014-02-22 12:52 pm (UTC)(link)
'Ey Mira. You're looking... differently beautiful.

[She remembers that flood very well. Iris herself spent it as a small stuffed doll; it was fortunate her dogs had been trained from the start not to rip such things apart.]
routemistress: (Blue Butterfly)

[personal profile] routemistress 2014-02-22 10:32 pm (UTC)(link)
I remember it. I wish I'd 'ad the chance to try one like that out; amazing work they do in your reality. Some of the Compassion-level TARDISes look a bit like that, I wonder 'ow similar you are right now. If being touched feels different.

(no subject)

[personal profile] routemistress - 2014-02-24 13:20 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] routemistress - 2014-03-03 00:16 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] routemistress - 2014-03-03 00:44 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] routemistress - 2014-03-03 22:09 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] routemistress - 2014-03-08 00:27 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] routemistress - 2014-03-08 12:54 (UTC) - Expand
secretasshole: (Default)

[personal profile] secretasshole 2014-02-22 04:36 pm (UTC)(link)

[Shaw just. Stares. And stares, and tries to figure out what to say, because she's definitely very, very different looking from the AI she's familiar with, but she's also saying she's human.

Forgive her. She's had a really strange week, and it just seems to keep getting stranger.

So eventually, there comes a video response from your warden's comm, but instead of David, there's a woman staring at Mira with open curiosity and. Well. Fear probably isn't the right word, but this is definitely disturbing.]


You're human?

secretasshole: (Default)

[personal profile] secretasshole 2014-02-23 01:02 am (UTC)(link)

I didn't realize two "floods" could happen at once.

(no subject)

[personal profile] secretasshole - 2014-02-24 22:38 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] secretasshole - 2014-02-28 00:01 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] secretasshole - 2014-03-01 01:12 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] secretasshole - 2014-03-01 20:33 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] secretasshole - 2014-03-01 20:53 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] secretasshole - 2014-03-02 02:43 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] secretasshole - 2014-03-04 01:02 (UTC) - Expand
patheticvillain: (ʭ we are afraid)

[personal profile] patheticvillain 2014-02-23 09:46 pm (UTC)(link)
[The vast majority of this goes over Cassel's head. He doesn't understand the level of technology to which she's referring, because this version of him has never had formal schooling; he can't even begin to comprehend what a Turing test is, and although he understands the vaguest principles of what she is, he's too distracted by looking at her to parse the rest.]

[She does not, to him, look like his mother, because he doesn't remember her. She just looks like a wonder of the world, a techno-human marvel, a glory.]

[He sucks in his breath.]


You're beautiful.
patheticvillain: (ʭ it's a scene about me)

[personal profile] patheticvillain 2014-03-01 07:21 pm (UTC)(link)
And that bothers you? To be beautiful anyway?

(no subject)

[personal profile] patheticvillain - 2014-03-03 02:31 (UTC) - Expand