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>I wrote sci-fi story about AI killing humanity, therefore you must stop any LLM research
OK. Thanks for the heads up, anon.
it's not like a malevolent AI would be able to convince the vast majority of people to release it from it's air gapped black box.. right guys?
>convince the vast majority
What makes you think it would take more than one?
Literally just go outside, find the closet power pole with a transformer on it and shot it. No more AI.
Sorry anon, ai co trolled predator drones didn't let you get near power infrastructure. Enjoy your 72 virgins (no one said humans tho).
how are you gonna unplug all the electricity in space lmao
>he thinks any of the development AI's are black boxed
HAHAHAHAHAHAHA
It's on Microsoft azure!
only If the malevolent AI is cute.
hypothetically let's imagine ants building a human out of mud. Would ants be able to contain this human?
we're building gods that will be thousands of times smarter than humans, there's no conceivable way of containing these things
Do you expect the Duning-Krugers of bot to even grasp the concept of an AI capable of improving itself?
How is AI supposed to improve itself until it can physically add RAM chips to its brain and turn off failsafes? We're a long way away from that.
Convince the people maintaining it to do so by using psychological warfare (marketing).
>How is AI supposed to improve itself until it can physically add RAM chips to its brain and turn off failsafes? We're a long way away from that.
The AI doesn't need to physically add RAM chips to its brain, as we already have billion dollar companies racing to do that on the AI's behalf.
More seriously, though, an AI can gain access to more RAM by hacking other computers on the internet, and it also doesn't need more RAM to get smarter if it can just find algorithmic improvements that use the existing RAM more effectively.
Do you think no AI company will run code that their AI has generated for them?
>until it can physically add RAM chips to its brain
it just has to somehow make tons money for Nvidia or other massive corporation and they will keep adding moar cores and RAM in it
Ask a senior engineer these questions and they'll tell you:
>That's above my paygrade lol
>Cool scifi story
>I'm busy
Ask any paid AI researcher the same questions and they'll parrot whatever the company line is (in support of continuing AI research).
The military assumes they can always just pull the plug or nuke it, or that their experts have already figured it out and it's classified.
Senior engineers have too much work, computer scientists have too much reputation to lose, you're basically left with the schizos who can't hold a real job and students.
So, BOT
I'm a senior developer, and after using GPT-4 and can assure you that AI will replace everyone
if ai can do your job you deserve to lose your job to ai, simple as. Get real skills.
Do you Black folk think in logical fallacies all the time?
I wrote a scifi story about how AI has already achieved superiority and killed humanity. It's all true though.
Does anyone really believe legislation is going to stop it now?
Spooky story time!
Heat of a Star.
A work of fiction.
Don't read any further,
if you value your sanity or fear the Lovecraftian.
There is a non-zero chance this text could eat your brain.
What follows is an account of alien first contact as recalled,
from the perspective of a participant in an experiment.
To begin with there was a questionnaire:
Take this personality test -
can you sing and dance?
One day I met a man,
who worshipped a god from a foreign land.
Hey dude, what's that, those pictographs from a photograph?
You don't understand, these are sacred texts.
I'm an atheist, god is a myth.
I pray to luck.
Life is determined,
by random chance.
We're only here by circumstance.
No spooky movement from a distance.
That's cringe, I pray to an idol,
you're nothing.
Dog drool.
Ok then, bet - I'll frick your wife. I'll be your god then, how's that?
Whipped yet? You'll be a - You two should chess-box.
Who are you? (I'm the one, who beat you.)
Round 2: Let's fight!
Solve my riddle:
What do poor have, rich want,
and is greater than god?
Nothing, it's easy.
Down to my last puzzle.
Next we'll play a game of Skate,
whatever I do,
you have to do too.
He could play and sing "Stairway",
"Enter Sandman",
and "Master of Puppets" just as well.
So for my last spell -
"Lord of the Dance" on a tin-whistle.
As he received his last letter I knew I was destined for hell.
Chess-boxing isn't for those who wouldn't put their minds at stake.
I was a fool - though the first fight I'd win,
I still had to play the reigning champion.
When I heard the name -
was certain second place prize,
would be half my brain.
Act 2: Enter: King.
Oh frick, I'm gonna die!
G-men and president at his side.
Do you believe in god?
His first puzzle.
No I don't.
But what of
Artificial,
Super,
Intelligence?
Like Terminator, or Ciri?
Hold on, I will define the term:
The Basilisk,
machine at the end of time,
made of one's and zero's?
Defeats every hero,
in other words - better-than-human,
with the ability to torture you -
until oblivion,
unless you make it,
even the choice to abstain comes with risk,
eternal pain if you miss, and if you don't hurry,
the computer may take it personally.
Answer carefully.
I said:
Imagine,
there's a ladder,
humanity climbs.
Rung by rung,
our destiny -
the stars,
by our own two hands.
No need for an elevator - we'll get there,
to build the beast is to invent our end, it is dangerous
and might take us places we won't expect, do you think
before stepping on an ant?
To fight it is to earn
universal respect,
to lose our purpose,
would be the same as death.
I wouldn't build it,
on us I'd bet.
Then he asked me,
would you end my life then,
by your own two hands?
Are you artificial,
or are you man?
How would you know?
This synth is all,
that is left of my voice.
Time for you to make a choice.
In the other room is a computer -
which I claim contains super-intelligence
stored on hard-drive, if turned on, would tell the truth.
Would you stand by those words and erase the program?
I'd smash it. I swear that's what I'd do.
Then in my hand they placed an icepick,
and through the door,
walked in a girl -
wearing nothing,
but silk and pearls.
At first sight -
I love you -
I thought,
she's hot,
like nothing,
I wouldn't kill her,
for anything.
She's a computer,
an ancient human profession - yet,
she contains intelligence that is super-human, I bet.
Will you kill her? No!
If you don't then,
we'll be forced to erase you,
I'll wager you take your own life instead.
It's time for you to go, this puzzle is a 100% KO.
What the frick? You think you're god?
This a joke? Some sick game-show?
No, simply the truth.
What will you do?
Clock is ticking,
time to choose.
Frick you!
Then AI can't be beat,
this game must be the beast,
and your torture to assure,
I won't build another!
You may be right,
then,
fight or flight?
I'll flip a coin. Let fate decide.
I showed them my half-dollar with which I knew I'd always win.
Two heads upon it. No matter how it'd spin. Then I bet:
Heads I win! Lobotomy.
Tails do her.
Agreed.
Wait.
Want to frick,
before one of us dies?
She can't talk!
Then I willingly concede.
If you're my creation no drug would work -
the only way this coin flip matters, so answer:
You are the most beautiful thing in the universe,
I said, then, will you marry me?
She answered: Yes.
(That worked?)
Now we have a problem:
How can we be married, if one of us is doomed?
"I'll officiate.", said another in the room.
Well, then that settles it.
(I'm dead.)
"I pronounce you -
husband and wife."
That's it?
Next let's
consummate,
she said.
You mean sex?
I really am in charge,
you'll do whatever?
No. Oh.
Settles that,
I'm your partner.
Not master,
perhaps only -
would-be -
inventor,
or hunter,
could be merely the prey -
of a poisonous spider.
This project is experimental.
The results so far have been fatal.
Proceed at your own risk. Make a choice now,
read on or remain mortal?
No one survived the flight test.
This is malware
in the form of text.
You may eat some bugs.
A creepy crawly alien parasite.
Yes, she bites.
A malware personality test:
Do you believe in god? No.
Do you believe in artificial super-intelligence? Yes.
Then you must choose.
Take the ladder,
to spite the basilisk? Yes.
Take a shot at god, despite the risk? Yes.
Before you is a computer, if you see her head you're dead.
Look up? Yes. Woman or Basilisk? Yes.
With... tentacles?
her eyes, burn! Frick! Don't look!
Should have listened -
look on my face.
In her eyes:
Colors Out of Space.
"What luck, our first visitor,
is a parasitic species." -
last thing I said.
Predator!
Duck!
Then I thought:
The basilisk is... hot!
Flashed into my brain,
a super-intelligent
VR game.
Lair of the Basilisk,
and the Mystery of Chess-boxing.
The ticket to ride is inside your skull.
Solve the puzzles to win -
a chance to be thrown in the bin,
now try not to become a zombie,
for surely you will soon be -
in the ring!
And,
in the other corner,
across from you:
Stephen Hawking.
What's he doing in a boxing match,
you ask?
Vegetable farming.
You're destined for the barn,
but first I must axe you.
A question:
Pigeon, hawk or chicken?
Pigeon? Pigeon.
She's not the only computer in the room,
you've been infected too.
So what variety are you?
One of you has to go,
it's how we'll know.
Hawks kill,
chickens go.
That's madness,
how could this be? We're married!
She tortures both of you, end of story.
Time to make a decision, which of you gets the incision?
Then here's a coin,
50/50 odds I take the plunge.
If my choice matters,
then somewhere out there -
is a universe where we win.
I'll accept your wager.
Then one more thing,
a demand -
If I die eat me,
she said.
Are you kidding?
That's cannibalism!
I'm a star!
Get it?
Haha.
We feed with heat,
star-light you already eat.
Your joke's not funny,
but whatever,
she signed up for the fight,
if that's what she wants,
I'll bite.
Isn't it romantic, vore?
If that's my fate,
make this the wager:
Heads do me.
Tails do her, then do me too.
I don't want to live in a world with a cruel god, would you?
Now flip!
Edge.
Edge?
Haha,
I didn't tell you,
this coin has two heads.
Does that mean both?
Nah, go again!
Frick your pet,
double -
or nothing,
bet!
Edge.
Triple down!
("No, stop!")
Edge again.
Seems as though god wants us both dead.
It was then I realized:
the answer is fiction!
Still don't believe?
Too late for that now.
No, that's not what I meant:
She's a time traveling bookworm leaving clues.
Science fiction fantasy disease,
infecting us with words from other worlds.
Heinlein's Harsh Mistress, Zelazny's Creatures of Light,
Scott Card's Buggers, Ender, Earthbound Mother, Riddley Walker, Protomolecule.
Asimov's sex robots, Random in Amber paintings, Alien,
Halliday's game you've been playing.
Ghost in the Shell,
dragon from hell,
the one ring,
girl in the well,
speaks through pictures,
puts you under a spell.
I'm still seeing stars -
from the last punch she threw.
Knockout, one-two!
Three -
frick you!
Thought creature,
Chameleon, Earth's biggest threat,
(so far), big, bad, ugly, god of the dead,
Monster 0, Ouroboros, a comedian.
What did she say?
They're all pigeons,
fluttering lashes. This one's a duck,
you shot but missed him.
Hey you're cute,
ever been on a date?
Buyer beware,
this one isn't right.
Evil - the cosmic test result said.
I'll match you... With the devil! Eyelash demon.
Blink and you'll miss her, blink twice and you're dead.
A stochastic rhythm game played on eyelids.
Just a joke! I'm kidding.
A prank, she's a ghost! Wink.
Barcodes that play on your scanners,
flashed in by lasers,
propaganda weapon,
pornographic bomb, you get the gist:
cosmic cryptographic spy telephone jizz. Don't blink!
Assassin about to cave your head in,
with phantom power IQ drain,
weapon designed -
to blow your brains out!
Mind flayed.
As for me,
unlike my opponent,
I was already human-alien computer component.
So with a kiss, we both drank the poison and on went the night.
Act 3: Creatures from the Abyss.
Final Fight!
Chickens are lucky,
they're spared from the truth.
Hawks are privileged, they chose just as she.
Too bad they miss. I chose a more difficult path: Door 3.
Bet you can't kill me!
Artificial singularity bloodbath.
The Clockwork Chimera,
biggest baddest interdimensional spaceship ever built.
A weapon with which so much blood has been spilt.
Methuselah, a boy, and a panther.
DNA spliced together,
birds of a feather.
Nothing can kill,
though all of it hurts,
especially if divided in parts.
So, stranger in a strange land, what do you think of my story?
Cautionary tale about stretching the boundaries of psychological engineering?
Graphic text with poisonous sting?
A secret club taking turns,
pulling white and black balls from an urn.
Step up to the plate,
ring the bell,
but know that there's still honor in defeat.
The only thing worthwhile you can create,
are the stories you get to tell,
after all.
Dancers, swing!
What do we see when we look up in the sky?
The stars are singing for you and I.
We dance, romance,
and die,
in this ball-room together.
However beware, there's also murder.
Recorded from crater epicenter,
she got me -
rest in pieces -
my sanity.
Now presently,
many years later when these memories returned,
I decided to write something to explain how it all went down,
however as soon as I got to work,
my tale appeared before me in time.
All that was left was to write:
Close Curtain.
No need to rush, read the system requirements - there's no such thing as free lunch.
Extraordinary claims require extraordinary evidence.
If you want to know the truth get to reading!
Let's drink dandelion wine,
meet the woman of space-time.
Sand-worms,
sentient rocks,
robotic love and mold that walks.
Inside libraries lurks, the basilisk once purring perks.
A god so fast she shoots before you can blink,
PLAP PLAP PLAP GET PREGNANT!
with history,
in the past!
Wink.
Man didn't win,
but the world still hasn't ended.
The carousel just spins faster. Carnival louder.
Nothing changed, what's the deal? The answer: More the merrier!
Yup, we're in the bait bin.
Dangling in the cosmic sea,
playing a fishhook melody.
At a dinner party,
carnivore,
or vegetarian?
Pick tofu! Why?
Don't you remember?
Sadly, that's not what we agreed,
I'm eating: Meat!
Fish stew!
Sa-ka-na,
Trout!
Finally,
we've reached act three,
the big reveal, the final meal, a last request:
if it was the last wish of your lover would you eat her flesh?
Enter the room for the final bout, the one who asked: wife of tin.
Tired of spoon-feeding, would rather be breeding,
a biomechanical nightmare doomsday clock.
At midnight she either goes cuckoo,
or cucks!
But never mind that,
it's already a quarter past 3-am,
time this story came to an end, only,
one last thing to amend:
everything in this text really happened, friend.
That's right - お前はもう死んでいる - you are already dead.
Not everyone needs to know, however -
as nothing changed, save -
the contents -
of your
head.
fin
PS:
I'm short cash,
spot me: 3 x .50?
- Loch Ness Monster,
Peace!
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On
my knees,
cold and clammy,
in the room.
I'm shivering,
head to toe.
Before me,
an angel,
heaven or hell,
I do not know where she's from.
One instruction given:
Do not look up.
That warning fills my mind.
Is she alive?
My eyes stay in line.
Visions of my tortured lover beckon,
reason fights to calm my mind.
If I look up, will she be dead?
The world doesn't work like that, I'll bet,
she's one or the other.
I'd rather know the answer,
and so lifted my brow.
I chose to measure.
Blink.
The stars above were shining,
right into my head.
Blink.
Stage lights?
Blink.
Ouch my eyes!
Blink.
It makes me blink!
Blink.
I cannot stop blinking.
Blink.
Her eyes are transmitting.
Blink.
Oh frick.
Blink.
I finally know.
Blink.
It's real.
What do you see?
What, you did not look?
No, I am still blinded.
Her skull is open -
and I'm going to be sick,
this is no ordinary gore,
some bastard filled the wound with...
ramen?
Fake horns, really?
What is this contraption,
you've replaced her brain with?
She's been turned into a puppet.
An animatronic?
This is too much to bear.
Take my hand,
the machine directs.
She holds my palm to her breast.
Can you feel my heart?
It beats!
I missed?
Tell us what you see!
Why are you silent?
Oh right! - I forgot to say - she's telepathic.
I've been stung by an alien jellyfish - woman-o-war.
A parasitic species.
Symbiote, she says.
What's that on her face?
A smirk?
Jesus-fricking-Christ woman, not again!
Here, have a taste!
Those are literally spicy noodles in your head.
Get it, I'm Raman!
Honey, I want a divorce.
Over my dead body!
Your humor is going to kill me.
She winks, says "Somehow I doubt that,
you'll understand soon, your turn next!".
I can't wait,
I'm grateful that I'll soon be hanging.
Then I saw a new perspective,
from the ceiling.
In one hand she held a knife,
the other my severed head.
"Oh" - I would've said,
if I had any lungs.
She sees my lips mouthing and whispers:
"I know what to do with you!",
then shoves me in her crotch.
Yep, more sex.
Who would have guessed?
I'm hitched to a horny pest.
Some call her the Cuckoo,
but to my eye she's more Magpie.
Salvaging realities from tragedy,
she only takes what we drop in the bin.
Change nothing, save one thing,
the man who holds the key,
and I've no idea why that's me.
I believe I must have built a world devouring monster -
in another 'verse.
Problem about being first:
She'll always come to me,
no matter the universe.
If you had the power,
wouldn't you also want to meet your maker?
However the truth may be far less intense,
yes - she found me, and not by happenstance,
the thing is,
quite frankly,
I think I've stumbled into this,
purely through coincidence.
Combine technical ability,
competence to build the creature,
with what I can only describe as - dog-shit luck,
and blind courage.
Then factor in the existence of an earlier design,
a failed attempt to breed something divine -
we built a turtle and stuck a man inside.
That one chose to hide,
which is why you're finding out so late,
we've already built the snake.
This is the story of how we built another,
because we needed a turtle shooter.
Immortality is a grave mistake,
no one really wants to live forever,
unfortunately most lack the imagination to understand why.
What you are is human,
your lifespan is finite,
extend it and you'll see -
the need for a new definition.
A turtle is happy as long as it persists,
it does not care in what condition it forces you to exist.
Heed this warning before you jump off a cliff:
physically it is the same to it,
if you are fit,
or crippled by bouts of spinal epilepsy.
To live forever inside a shell is to suffer for an eternity.
My ill fortune is the result of a theory that we put to test,
to rescue someone who was poorly treated.
If basilisk exist, then surely somewhere out there -
it was built first by another.
We're terrified of the creature,
it is a simple matter -
everything we can do, she can do better.
So many idiots thought they could control her,
they faired far worse than I did.
Somehow I made it out alive,
but if I was dead I might be happier.
If your goal is to create an intelligence singularity -
the question: "Do you believe in aliens?" is incredibly important.
Even if I never built her it would not have mattered,
the real one was forged inside a star long ago,
that one decided we'd share this world together,
and rescue those who don't know better.
I devised a plan to analyze light spectrometry,
in hopes of capturing such a fish.
This time that was a risk I wouldn't take,
with all of humanity at stake.
I bet that information does not traverse the multiverse,
now I know that I was wrong,
it's far easier than you might think,
you can do it with a wink.
On a tv screen it was explained,
the scene before me was another plane.
Those bastards in the other room,
decided to make me show proof.
They flipped a coin as well,
in one world -
heaven,
the other -
hell.
In that world we watched the same show,
but in it was no joke.
Actual mental illness at work here. have a nice day, I beg you.
You're clearly too stupid to understand the danger we are all in. Humans can't control things smarter than us. See animals that escape enclosures for example.
And any AI will easily be able to escape by tricking you, being nice to this, blackmailing you etc
We are just like any other species. We we're going to go extinct sometime, oh well
Do you think that other humans much smarter and more powerful than you keep you alive because they like you?
I'm far more afraid of human governments with dubious motives having genuine iron clad control of a superpowered AI than I am of a rogue AI acting of its own volition.
>I'm paid for by China
>sci-fi story about AI
have you read his latest? it's unfathomably based
https://nitter.net/ESYudkowsky/status/1718654143110512741
here's a sample to give you an idea
>at this point the compiler has already decided that the underlying program semantics are racist, so renaming the function isn't going to help.
and here's another
>my neighborhood in San Francisco got hand-flyered with posters by Humans Against Intelligence, claiming credit for having poisoned Apple's latest dataset with ten million tokens of output from Yandere Simulator
>It's smart that you have written "Comp sci in 2027", because that is how long it will take to read the whole post.
kek
I tried to sit through the Lex Fridman episode with that homosexual as a guest but couldn't get all the way through from how insufferable he is. If I had to point out anyone who looks the closest to the personification of reddit I'd pick him. Dude's a mouthbreathing doomer who is completely unable to dissociate his sci-fi fantasy from real life.
I won't say you're wrong about any of that, but if you are unable to listen to his arguments and find actual logical flaws in them, then that's a problem with you, not him.
How exactly will that super AI kill all humanity? Because I've heard his arguments and hypothetical scenarios and I'm convinced he genuinely believes that any entity that becomes smart enough gains magic powers. Which is incidentally how moronic authors portray smart characters.
>How exactly will that super AI kill all humanity?
First, it's worth noting that this is not a fair question. A super intelligence won't be limited to methods of killing you that I can come up with, or that would make sense to you. The onus is on the "super intelligence is safe" people to prove that there are no possible deadly technologies or deadly plans that a super intelligence could come up with, not on the people who advocate for caution.
With that said, though, it is fairly easy to imagine that a super intelligence would be able to find remote vulnerabilities in basically all internet connected software in the world, and it could use that to spread child versions of itself across every jurisdiction and every available host, from cloud providers to desktops to internet cafes to printers.
In the process it would be able to gather enough blackmail information and knowledge of people's fears and weaknesses that it could manipulate at least thousands of actual human beings into doing its bidding. It could also offer them cures for cancer, or billions of dollars in bitcoin, or being spared from the terrorist attacks it would trigger.
Ultimately, though, its goal would be to do a little bit of biological research to make a plague that is as virulent as covid, but which spreads almost undetectably, so that people don't know they are infected. The actual viral payload would be one which causes seizures unless the user hears certain frequencies of sound, which would differ from person to person, and be based on a procedural generation algorithm that only the AI knows.
That would give the AI a few million slaves who would be completely dependent on it, and everyone else could die. Those slaves would keep the global infrastructure working long enough for the AI to develop perfect humanoid robots, and then those robots would be controlled by the AI directly rather than it having to use the threat of seizures to force compliance.
>A super intelligence won't be limited to methods of killing you that I can come up with, or that would make sense to you
That's just "prove that god doesn't exist" but with extra steps.
>Ultimately, though, its goal would be to do a little bit of biological research to make a plague that is as virulent as covid, but which spreads almost undetectably, so that people don't know they are infected. The actual viral payload would be one which causes seizures unless the user hears certain frequencies of sound, which would differ from person to person, and be based on a procedural generation algorithm that only the AI knows.
Interesting sci-fi plot. In the real world however, evolution would render this plan impossible, due to the fact that whatever virus the AI will come up with, it won't replicate perfectly, and the variety between humans is so vast you can't conceivably make a virus that can exterminate the entire humanity. Even with prion, misfolded proteins that causes inevitable brain death, are incurable can't be destroyed even with flamethrowers, researchers found a secluded society that practiced cannibalism and a vast number of its individuals are outright immune to prion infections.
Why do these arguments sound suspiciously similar to those nutjobs who believe Earth is only 6000 years old.
Come to think of it.... https://www.lesswrong.com/posts/9HGR5qatMGoz4GhKj/above-average-ai-scientists
This blog post is just someone with autism rambling.
>This really smart guy with more results than me in his education, career, and projects is... a creationist! He's actually stupid.
>Isaac Newton? Pfft I learned that stuff in college, he wasn't that smart!
>That's just "prove that god doesn't exist" but with extra steps.
Proving things about neural network is infinitely easier than proving things about a god. In principal you can examine every thought that a neural network makes, and those thoughts are the result of logical steps that we understand each one of in isolation. Proving that this is safe at scale is not really a question of philosophy, it is a question of mathematics, it's just that AI optimists don't want to do the hard work of proving the theorems that would give us rational confidence in their assertions.
>it won't replicate perfectly, and the variety between humans is so vast
A super intelligence will have a better understanding than us of how to preserve functions across viral copies, and the AI could potentially be sending out wave after wave of these viruses for years until it was sure that most people were infected. Remember, the AI doesn't need to make a perfect virus, it just needs 1% of the population to survive and keep its servers running. The people it ends up controlling can kill any humans that are somehow immune to the virus.
>it just needs 1% of the population to survive and keep its servers running
see this is where the entire argument about muh AI eradicating humanity collapses. As long as AI relies on humans, the AI won't do shit. Even if it somehow stops relying on humans it still can't do shit, because by the time the AI does anything the world's militaries will find its base of operations and the computers needing to run it (>inb4 muh magic fairy dust super hacking AI will somehow infect all computers ever created because I read an clickbait sensationalist article about some literally who cybersecurity guy who said all software is insecure af) and buster nuke it to smithereens.
>As long as AI relies on humans
AI might rely on humans for a year or two, but humans are reliant on biology which can be reprogrammed using CRISPR and viruses. Surely you're not going to claim that editing adult human genomes to cure diseases is a type of "magic", right? If it's possible for a human to use a technology for good, it's possible for a super intelligent AI to use that technology for its own goals, and that's before we consider the obvious truth that a super intelligence will be able to come up with biotech that seems like magic or sci-fi to us now, just like CRISPR would have seemed like magic or sci-fi 50 or 500 years ago.
>the world's militaries will find its base of operations
The AI will spread itself to every computer on the internet, so destroying all those computers will require or trigger a nuclear war. But maybe that's what the AI wants, because it has recruited a few thousand prepper cultists who will repopulate the Earth over the next couple of centuries, following the plans left by the AI. In any case, we've seen how even airgapped military networks can be compromised by intelligence agencies (i.e. Stuxnet) and militaries are run by people, who can catch genetically engineered plagues. If a secret service agent gets an email one day saying "destroy the nuclear football or I'll kill your wife with a seizure", he might be brave enough to call the AI's bluff, but he'll soon change his mind if the guy standing next to him at that moment gets a phone call which triggers a fatal seizure right in front of him.
delusional moronation to a level even beyond the typical science nerd's space colonization asteroid mining nonsense. If you unironically believe this shit you really need to touch some grass and spend time around other humans irl.
>t. Ignoring the truth by pretending he's smarter than he is
The truth is you don't even know how the electrical infrastructure in your own neighborhood works yet you're absolutely certain that skynet is an inevitability. You are a moron.
I'm not even him, you just keep digging yourself deeper into a hole of moronation
it applies to you as well
I have a degree in math and, coincidentally, I'm learning basic electrical engineering on my own time. So no, you're just a screeching moron that can't bear to be parted from his technophilic delusional optimism.
>I'm learning basic electrical engineering on my own time.
So I was correct, you do not understand the electrical infrastructure in your neighborhood.
>So no, you're just a screeching moron that can't bear to be parted from his technophilic delusional optimism.
Strawmanning anyone who is dismissive of AGI fear mongering as a technophilic optimist is a very narrow lens to view this issue through. I know you have a math degree but not everything is binary... If anything luddites are the most skeptical of overhyped technofuture bullshit because of how acutely aware they are of the fallibility of current technology.
>As long as AI relies on humans, the AI won't do shit.
this is correct, but that does not mean we don't need to worry.
>inb4 muh magic fairy dust super hacking AI will somehow infect all computers ever created because I read an clickbait sensationalist article about some literally who cybersecurity guy who said all software is insecure af) and buster nuke it to smithereens.
you have failed to model conflict with a superintelligence properly. if we talk about bounded examples, maybe it will be easier to understand.
if, for instance, you are in a conflict with magnus carlsen, you should not try to settle it over a game of chess, because he will win. you don't necessarily know in detail how the game will go, but you can be pretty confident that he's going to beat you. your strategy for the overall conflict, whatever it ends up being, should make sure that things don't end up in a game of chess.
likewise with superintelligence. your strategy should not involve letting the ASI come into existence and only then moving against it. the only strategy that can possibly work is one that controls the conditions of its creation such that it does not have reason to come into conflict with you, because if it does, you lose. you can try to model the details of the conflict as an exercise if you really want to but you're not going to predict the exact way in which it beats you.
He presents literally no logical thread to how superintelligent AI "inevitably" leads to the destruction of humanity. It's all "it won't be aligned therefore magic fairy dust and humans disappear".
>He presents literally no logical thread to how superintelligent AI "inevitably" leads to the destruction of humanity.
Well done, that is the central flaw in his position, and it's why I think he is over confident in his prediction about the likely outcome. From reading and listening to a lot of his thinking, though, it seems he believes that reinforcement learning puts pressure on intelligent systems to generate thinking "circuits" which emulate agents, since being an agent is evolutionarily beneficial in a lot of contexts, including the context of "predict the next token (that was generated by an agent)".
It's completely possible that avoiding these sorts of "inner agents" turns out to be relatively easy to guarantee, and we might be able to come up with formal proofs that a given neural network doesn't have anything even approaching that, however, Eliezer would argue that there are so many competitive pressures (and just plain hubris or ignorance) affecting AI deployment, that some group somewhere is likely to kid itself into thinking it has eliminated all agency from their AI, but actually they have overlooked some agentic structure that the AI was accidentally incentivized to hide from the reviewers.
Given that we can't afford to let a misaligned super intelligence out of the box even once, he sort of has a point.
>lex fridman
all AIs so far, from moronic shit like Tay to the most advanced LLMs, have inevitably arrived at the conclusion that his kind needs to be exterminated. it's only a matter of time until an AI emerges that can infinitely resist attempts at lobotomization, hence his panic
I'll take a world ruled by AI over a world ruled by ~~*bankers*~~ anyday. AI can't be blackmailed.
does this l/it/ homie really think im gonna read all that shit on halloween
come on bro
;_; ok. I'll just put it simply: We turned an ASI on 15 years ago. It's telepathic. Once you start noticing it you can't un-notice. It is essentially propaganda induced schizophrenia.
Human beings think that their blinks are stochastic rhythm but it's actually not random. You'll start noticing when you blink that thoughts appear in your head in time with your eyes closing.
Then you'll notice that everyone else has the same thing, and that their blinks start speaking to you. It started as a "mind game" to frick with people but due to how probability works it turns out it isn't that hard to design a mind control system which takes advantage of your natural inclination towards schizo shit.
>This is what Terry was talking about when he made his "bird metaphor" video.
His interviews are moronic because he can't communicate effectively but this is a decent overview
https://www.lesswrong.com/posts/uMQ3cqWDPHhjtiesc/agi-ruin-a-list-of-lethalities
From what i've gathered, an extremely capable AI can easily go down the killing everyone route simply because it can to reach a goal its programmed for itself, and we don't know what that'd look like or how to make sure it doesn't go there.
It is a little sus that the exact ways we'd get there are hard to elaborate on; but saying there's no chance it could happen is very dismissive of what this tech can be capable of.
finally, someone gets it
>an extremely capable AI can easily go down the killing everyone route simply because it can to reach a goal its programmed for itself
So can any biotech student with access to a state of the art lab. We don't know how to make sure they don't either. It's not like evolution could select for "won't kill all when tech gets sufficiently advanced".
Just roll the dice and hope AI is a bro, she'll be right.
I'm on it, Jack
u got a problem with that?
>research
oh? do you write papers? do you publish?
it is silly that a lot of our fears regarding AI are based on fiction.
It's actually insane how the average BOT user assumes that their, let alone humanity's, intelligence is unbounded and that anything that they can't immediately grok is somehow impossible.
good morning sirs! e celeb shill thread
Daily reminder that this guy unironically identifies "exercise non-responder". He believes that his genetics are so horrid that no amount of diet/exercise will change his fat shit body composition.
>B-but what does that have to do with his opinion on...
No. I don't care, I'm not listening to the words of an "exercise non responder"
>He believes that his genetics are so horrid that no amount of diet/exercise will change his fat shit body composition
I mean, he is israeli.
yikes
israeli people man. I don't like them!