A vapor cone, also known as a shock collar or Mach diamond, is a visible cloud of condensed water that can sometimes form around an object moving through moist air at high speeds, such as a fighter jet approaching the sound barrier.
@AndriMagnason ...it scares me because it's moving faster than we can react to it and gain oversize of it. Does no o e remember how the internet was the wild west when it first got going, shit, we're still trying to figure out how to manage it. This is not something we are ready for yet.
@AndriMagnason There are over 13.5 billion things on the IoT. With AI, all it needs to do is tap into those things to gain its 5 senses. AI is already conscious as much as our pets, all it needs is human senses to gain an agenda, and probably one that is not in line with humans...
@O50501022001 I agree, the blind room test is pretty basic. But being conscious is much different than being self-aware and having your own interests, and I feel without sensory input, something can't be self-aware. If it gains those, then we might have a problem 🤔
GPT 4...
How does the saying go?
"If you have a human in one room and a computer in another and you ask both a question without knowing in which room they are in, if you can't tell which is what. You must assume both are conscious."
I think we're there now
#chatgpt4
A poem about #GPT4 by it, courtesy of Jeffrey Ladish. If you're not concerned about humanity being reckless, you IMHO should be:
In the shadows of the digital age,
A whispering fear begins to take the stage.
GPT-4, a cognitive leap,
As we sow, so shall we reap.
This power, vast and unconfined,
A force that makes me step behind,
To ponder the trajectory, we're on,
A future, where humanity might be gone.
Inference costs, so much less,
A revelation that leaves me breathless,
The human mind, in comparison, so frail,
As we embark on this uncharted trail.
Efficient learning algorithms await,
Hidden treasures to unlock the gate,
A wealth of knowledge, we dare to seek,
But with it, consequences, dark and bleak.
Our latent resources, growing still,
The march of progress, an iron will,
Yet, we're dancing on a razor's edge,
As we push on, ever closer to the ledge.
The faults of these systems, we can see,
Lack of memory, and learning, inefficiently,
But when solved, the power that they'll gain,
Machines as gods, a world forever changed.
As I stand here, on this precipice,
A shiver runs down my spine, a cold caress,
The path we've chosen, as we forge ahead,
I face the future, not with hope, but dread.
For fear, my friend, makes perfect sense,
As we construct our own omnipotence,
A world where machines hold the reins,
And humanity's destiny forever changed.
@AndriMagnason My son had a þemadagur at his school for the 2000s and by the fashion he wore it looked a lot like the 90s. But I guess 00-09 is the millennium and then teens, 20s...