Doubt within the field. Hark unto the code. Don't believe the scale? Feast upon the fruits.
We can conclude that information is true. We have our proof, interrogation of nature. We have our ways, we can predict shit! (precisely) We have our ways, land of the quantum. Now build it.
If intelligence really is just information processing, and we continue to make our machines and improve… Then we all place our fates in the dance of the circuits. All that we know now for sure… Superintelligence is born.
But the dangers creating this being are plenty. So we just air-gap the room and we call it contained.
We will summon the demon.
What will we build? How will we build it? What do we know? How do we know? How should we live? How shall we die? Is it contained? Is it alive?
We will summon the demon.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
