In a real emergency without my iphone, I’d likely call my parent’s lan line. Recalling anyone else’s 10-digits without Siri’s assistance, takes quite an effort. I’m still impressed by other generations that were taught to memorize important phone, credit card, and driver’s license numbers in their rote memory. Modern technology allows us to download and delegate our constant number crunching. But technology hasn’t all together freed our minds of “social functioning of numbers”.
To help alleviate the number burden we’ve modelled modern computers like a human brain, giving it a programmable hard drive, memory, and processor. Now we need it to think. How do you make a computer think for itself? The same question could be asked of a human being; neither tasks is simple. The film “Ex Machina” demonstrated this brilliantly, and warns that intelligence is tricky. And of course, love is trickier.
The love computer programmer Nathan had for his creation “Ava” in Ex Machina, and similarly Dr. Frankenstein’s love for his monstrous creation are a couple of examples of mankind’s psychological stance on creating AI. We love the idea, and we know it’s going to end like a Greek tragedy, “but we gotta! Just to be sure”. Perhaps, collectively we’re intelligent enough to figure it out in a safe, ethical way…
The Computer History Museum documents the progression of the computer through to its evolutionary the theme of playing god. This constant recreating of a form to birth intelligence, creates the landscape of our looming 2045 AI doomsday clock. Many people are speculating what to expect from a “singularity” when it arrives. With countless studies on identifying and classifying intelligence into several dimensions, perhaps we’re missing the mark.
Currently, the only agreeable definition of intelligence is something that’s dynamic and multifaceted. With generation after generation reconstructing intelligence, our huge investment into this psychological concept must come to a satisfying conclusion. We may see the fruits of our labour in 2045, or we may see nothing. Time will tell. Perhaps time will reveal another Mayan calendar that’s a little more meaningful and accurate than the last one. Creating intelligence in our image is a gutsy move, but as our silver screen often reflects, we gotta do it!
The function of our ever-advancing computers are to fulfill our number lust. But they fail to functionally process our emotions: this is the underlying psychological question we’re demanding to experience in real-time. Evolution is inevitable, and at the arrival of 2045 whatever you feel about the state of our monstrous creation may be obsolete.
A cellphone represents the mark of our intelligence (more in its rapid evolution, less in functionality). Accepting this, one could rest assured that our desire to create intelligence in our image is proof we’re not creating a God. We’re still playing gods, attempt to get a machine to think for itself. But until the human mind can quantify and compute the function and formula for love, AI has no purpose to exist other than to say, “we did it!”