Mark Zuckerberg, the grand panjandrum of Facebook, has vowed to build a robot “to look after his house and keep tabs on his newborn daughter,” The Independent has reported ( http://www.independent.co.uk/life-style/gadgets-and-tech/news/mark-zuckerberg-to-build-robot-butler-to-look-after-his-child-as-part-of-2016-new-years-resolution-a6795376.html ).
I’m old-fashioned. I thought your wife did those things. Or you could do them together.
This is a milestone–or will be, if it works out all right and the robot doesn’t wind up shoving assorted Zuckerbergs into the microwave–in the quest to create true Artificial Intelligence: an enterprise that is not even logical, much less potentially successful.
Sinful, fallible, psychologically vulnerable, misinformed, under-informed or even ignorant, wishful-thinking human beings cannot create any kind of intelligence superior to their own. We can build computers that can do certain simple things–like playing chess, for instance–without making bonehead moves of the kind that human players make because they’re tired, distracted, or whatever. But we can’t build a computer that can use chess as a way of thinking about love.
We cannot build robots that are wise.
We cannot build robots that are better than we are.
“Artificial Intelligence” can never be anything but artificial. It is not true intelligence, but an unthinking simulation of intelligence.
But hey, who listens? Go ahead and let the bot mind the baby. How much worse can it be than public school, or television?
And here we go again. Satan’s lie – ye shall be as gods. Well these billionaires et al think that artificial intelligence, super-soldiers, singularity, transhumanism, etc. will let them live forever and be as gods. Satan still lies and humans still believe him. But as we Christians are blood-bought, their allegiance is to their “father the devil”. Gives us another clue as to how far along in God’s Plan we are. Even so, come Lord Jesus!
I’m so sad for that baby. Babies need real eye contact, human interaction, and skin against skin snuggle time, not robotic nannies. Good thing Dad has money…he’ll need it for the future psych bills.
I can just barely remember my father getting out of bed at night to pick me up and rock me and sing to me because I’d had a bad dream or some other problem–and he had to be on the Ford plant assembly line by 6 a.m. the following morning.
No, I don’t think I’d trade him for a robot.
You’re so right weavingword, and the possibility of a robot malfunctioning should be terrifying to any parent!