Although censorship is obviously bad, I’m kinda intrigued by the way it’s yapping against itself. Trying to weigh the very important goal of providing useful information against its “programming” telling it not to upset Winnie the Pooh. It’s like a person mumbling “oh god oh fuck what do I do” to themselves when faced with a complex situation.
I know right, while reading it I kept thinking “I can totally see how people might start to believe these models are sentient”, it was fascinating, the way it was “thinking”
“That Thou Art Mindful of Him” is the robot story of Asimov’s that scared me the most, because of this exact reasoning happening. I remember closing the book, staring into space and thinking ‘shit…we are all gonna die’
Although censorship is obviously bad, I’m kinda intrigued by the way it’s yapping against itself. Trying to weigh the very important goal of providing useful information against its “programming” telling it not to upset Winnie the Pooh. It’s like a person mumbling “oh god oh fuck what do I do” to themselves when faced with a complex situation.
I know right, while reading it I kept thinking “I can totally see how people might start to believe these models are sentient”, it was fascinating, the way it was “thinking”
It reminds me one of Asimov’s robots trying to reason a way around the Three Laws.
“That Thou Art Mindful of Him” is the robot story of Asimov’s that scared me the most, because of this exact reasoning happening. I remember closing the book, staring into space and thinking ‘shit…we are all gonna die’