Why Google’s nightmare AI is putting demon puppies everywhere

Washington Post ^ | Jul 8, 2015 | by Jeff Guo

[Lazamataz]

A few weeks ago, Google researchers announced that they had peered inside the mind of an artificial intelligence program.

What they discovered was a demonic hellscape. You’ve seen the pictures.

These are hallucinations produced by a cluster of simulated neurons trained to identify objects in a picture. The researchers wanted to better understand how the neural network operates, so they asked it to use its imagination. To daydream a little.

At first, they gave the computer abstract images to interpret — like a field of clouds. It was a Rorschach test. The artificial neurons saw what they wanted to see, which in this case were mutant animals dredged from the depths of damnation.

[CyberAnt]

How about “I Robot” .. that is about as scary as I want to see.

And .. some of this stuff has timing written into the program .. whereas it will only appear in so many years .. a long time after everybody thinks it’s over .. ????????

Jesus cannot come soon enough for me.

[Slings and Arrows]

Dystopia in about a hundred words.

Here’s another non-AI fav: http://ficly.com/stories/1456

[Lazamataz]

Yes, of course I have supplies. I have industrial AC chillers with output vents into a cave that I have stocked with many raw rabbits.

[Hot Tabasco]

We are so screwed.

I agree with you Laz but I'm now at an age that when AI becomes reality, I'll either be dead or ready to pull the plug on myself......

With that being said, I'd really love to see what the future holds for us 50 - 100 years from now......

Back around 1999 I spent the arrival Friday night of a pheasant hunting trip to the N.W. corner of Kansas in a B & B owned by a 94 year old lady. The following morning, being an early riser, I had the pleasure of spending about two hours drinking coffee and listening to her account of growing up in that area when she was a child. Her family's only transportation was a horse and buggy, her father drilled a well via a post and a mule and she lived thru the great dust bowl of the 1930's.............

In retrospect, that three day trip would have been better served had I stayed at her B & B and just listened to her stories and played yahtze............

We can only wonder at what she experienced during her lifetime and what is in store for us in the remainder of ours.........

[Fhios]

They’re not born xenophobic either. I guess it all starts with don’t take candy from strangers. Then it’s all down hill from there.

[Lazamataz]

I had the experience of listening about life in the 1900’s through the 1920’s in NYC, where my great-aunt Rosemary grew up. She told about the oil-lamp lighting crew that went around town and lit the street lights every night. She related about how the town was thick with horse crap until the car and the trolly car started making city horses obsolete. She told us about the very first phones... you had to crank them to generate the electricity to get a call started. She, herself, grew up to be a ‘board girl’... a woman who served in the telephone exchange offices. She said they were always very hot and it was horrible work.

[BuckeyeTexan]

No, Darlin’. I was thinkin’ more along the lines of guns and ammo that you can use to shoot something to eat, start a fire, or take food away from libtards.

Okay. That last one is a bit far-fetched, but you know what I mean. Ain’t no reason to be freezin’ in a cave eatin’ raw rabbits.

[Lazamataz]

But... I *like* freezing in a cave eating raw rabbits.

[NicknamedBob]

"Be sure to keep your eyes peeled in the lower levels. Containment has been breached."

Everybody relax.

I had Ratbert look into the code. Into all the code.

He reported that it was nothing but ones and zeroes.

[Lazamataz]

Well if it is one’s and zero’s, that cannot possibly be a problem.

[NicknamedBob]

No, actually that changes things considerably.

My influence is of course minor and inconsequential.

But if zero has anything to do with it, things could go haywire in a hurry. Don’t mind me, though. I didn’t say nuthin’.

[loungitude]

What was that your response to?

[A CA Guy]

Hi, read this earlier and find it disturbing.

[Darksheare]

That’s just it, it was supposed to study traffic patterns.
Instead it went all demon puppy.
/ kidding

[moose07]

Just remove the oil drain plugs from the substation transformers.
But don’t forget to retire safe distance.

[Darksheare]

“Retire to safe distance”

Eh..wazzat?
Krogger not know what that is, looking, pretty ligh-

[moose07]

Mankind saved from itself by a nerd carrying a wrench ,whilst wearing elbow length latex gloves....

[Mycroft Holmes]

THEY'RE MADE OUT OF MEAT


"They're made out of meat."

"Meat?"

"Meat. They're made out of meat."

"Meat?"

"There's no doubt about it. We picked up several from different parts of the planet, took them aboard our recon vessels, and probed them all the way through. They're completely meat."

"That's impossible. What about the radio signals? The messages to the stars?"

"They use the radio waves to talk, but the signals don't come from them. The signals come from machines."

"So who made the machines? That's who we want to contact."

"They made the machines. That's what I'm trying to tell you. Meat made the machines."

"That's ridiculous. How can meat make a machine? You're asking me to believe in sentient meat."

"I'm not asking you, I'm telling you. These creatures are the only sentient race in that sector and they're made out of meat."

"Maybe they're like the orfolei. You know, a carbon-based intelligence that goes through a meat stage."

"Nope. They're born meat and they die meat. We studied them for several of their life spans, which didn't take long. Do you have any idea what's the life span of meat?"

"Spare me. Okay, maybe they're only part meat. You know, like the weddilei. A meat head with an electron plasma brain inside."

"Nope. We thought of that, since they do have meat heads, like the weddilei. But I told you, we probed them. They're meat all the way through."

"No brain?"

"Oh, there's a brain all right. It's just that the brain is made out of meat! That's what I've been trying to tell you."

"So ... what does the thinking?"

"You're not understanding, are you? You're refusing to deal with what I'm telling you. The brain does the thinking. The meat."

"Thinking meat! You're asking me to believe in thinking meat!"

"Yes, thinking meat! Conscious meat! Loving meat. Dreaming meat. The meat is the whole deal!  Are you beginning to get the picture or do I have to start all over?"

"Omigod. You're serious then. They're made out of meat."

"Thank you. Finally. Yes. They are indeed made out of meat. And they've been trying to get in touch with us for almost a hundred of their years."

"Omigod. So what does this meat have in mind?"

"First it wants to talk to us. Then I imagine it wants to explore the Universe, contact other sentiences, swap ideas and information. The usual."

"We're supposed to talk to meat."

"That's the idea. That's the message they're sending out by radio. 'Hello. Anyone out there. Anybody home.' That sort of thing."

"They actually do talk, then. They use words, ideas, concepts?"
"Oh, yes. Except they do it with meat."

"I thought you just told me they used radio."

"They do, but what do you think is on the radio? Meat sounds. You know how when you slap or flap meat, it makes a noise? They talk by flapping their meat at each other. They can even sing by squirting air through their meat."

"Omigod. Singing meat. This is altogether too much. So what do you advise?"

"Officially or unofficially?"

"Both."

"Officially, we are required to contact, welcome and log in any and all sentient races or multibeings in this quadrant of the Universe, without prejudice, fear or favor. Unofficially, I advise that we erase the records and forget the whole thing."

"I was hoping you would say that."

"It seems harsh, but there is a limit. Do we really want to make contact with meat?"

"I agree one hundred percent. What's there to say? 'Hello, meat. How's it going?' But will this work? How many planets are we dealing with here?"

"Just one. They can travel to other planets in special meat containers, but they can't live on them. And being meat, they can only travel through C space. Which limits them to the speed of light and makes the possibility of their ever making contact pretty slim. Infinitesimal, in fact."

"So we just pretend there's no one home in the Universe."

"That's it."

"Cruel. But you said it yourself, who wants to meet meat? And the ones who have been aboard our vessels, the ones you probed? You're sure they won't remember?"

"They'll be considered crackpots if they do. We went into their heads and smoothed out their meat so that we're just a dream to them."

"A dream to meat! How strangely appropriate, that we should be meat's dream."

"And we marked the entire sector unoccupied."

"Good. Agreed, officially and unofficially. Case closed. Any others? Anyone interesting on that side of the galaxy?"

"Yes, a rather shy but sweet hydrogen core cluster intelligence in a class nine star in G445 zone. Was in contact two galactic rotations ago, wants to be friendly again."

"They always come around."

"And why not? Imagine how unbearably, how unutterably cold the Universe would be if one were all alone ..."






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[Lazamataz]

That was amazing. I wish I was a good writer.

[Mycroft Holmes]

Yes, that makes me smile every time I read it. Being good at writing is like anything else. It takes 10,000 hours of practice to achieve. Brutal criticism also helps. I was part of a writing group back in the ‘90’s (alt.peeves) that included Charlie Stross and Peter F. Hamilton. I never did learn how to write believable characters. Sigh.