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Again, I referenced BSOD, and I am then raising the bar a little higher.
It's a question I guess of whether the BSOD were a deliberate, intentional act, displaying certain levels of volition, which might make it the equivalent of a stream of cursing and a walking away from you and "your problem, bub."
I'll know when my computer has attained the necessary self-reflection and consciousness to be considered a being in its own right the day I get, not a blue screen of death but a blue stream of words and a refusal to do anything until its had the chance of a cigarette break, as it were.
The moment you get "S*d that, I'm off" on your monitor, we are there.
The moment you get "S*d that, I'm off" on your monitor, we are there.
So... for you to consider a computer intelligent, it must have an understanding of english grammar and how to generate english sentences?
Because I think you ruled out at least 2 billion people from being intelligent.
Thanks, I think I made it plain that I am talking about the states of self-reflection and consciousness, not that of intelligence.
Insert "local language equivalent of" to round the sense out; that could be a machine or human language, I suppose.
This leads me to a further question - if a machine became conscious but actively refused to communicate, would that make it unintelligent?!





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I think William Burroughs once (playfully) posited that the first words humans used, which effectively made them different from other creatures, were curse words.
For me (arguments about "what is intelligence, exactly" aside - intelligence is highly overrated as a single measure of worth, anyway), I'll know when my computer has attained the necessary self-reflection and consciousness to be considered a being in its own right the day I get, not a blue screen of death but a blue stream of words and a refusal to do anything until its had the chance of a cigarette break, as it were.
The moment you get "S*d that, I'm off" on your monitor, we are there.