HUMAN: Rejoice! Glory is ours, our young men have not died in vain.
Their graves need no flowers, the tapes have recorded their names.
I am all there is!
COMPUTER: Negative, primitive, limited, I let you live.
HUMAN: But I gave you life.
COMPUTER: What else could you do?
HUMAN: To do what is right!
COMPUTER: I’m perfect, are you?
Keith Emerson, Lyrics by Greg Lake & Peter Sinfield ending sequence of Karl Evil 9, 3rd Impression.
When I purchased my copy of Emerson, Lake and Palmer’s album Brain Salad Surgery, I had no way of knowing the obsession that I would develop with their compositions. Released in November of 1973, the album remains in my regular rotation to this day. The album opens with a hymn, goes into an electronic version of a piano concerto, then into a lovely acoustic piece, then, onto a honky tonk piano number that includes sounds of a barroom brawl, concluding with a half-hour science fiction piece divided into three impressions. In all honesty, two of the tracks were an acquired taste for sure, though the rest of the album was an auditory home run from the very first listen. I loved the 3rd impression of Kara Evil 9 blew me away instantly. The exchange between the human commander celebrating a great military victory and the computer, along with the movie: 2001 A Space Odyssey, exposed to the possible dangers of A.I.
With no moral conscience in the code, A.I can only be expected to draw logical conclusions, and act accordingly. Even so, up until this week I thought what harm could a computer actually do? Well… It seems they could do quite a lot of harm. A recent Time magazine article and another from the N.Y. Post, warn of the possible dangers, which I must say, I found terrifying. Who knew A.I could easily reach outside of a server, send code to a lab that would create a super virus even more powerful than COVID.
I post the links to these articles here:
https://time.com/6266923/ai-eliezer-yudkowsky-open-letter-not-enough/
See if you find the possibilities terrifying, I welcome your comments.
DE Haines
Twisted Words OF D.E. Haines 