I remember many times when opinions have flown about AI being incapable of adequately simulating a human. The famous Turing Test is one example, but I remember a decade ago having a discussion with a fellow film buff about the eventuality that game engines would allow machinima to replace human actors.
Seriously, sometimes we humans and our AI friends completely fail to get on the same page.
An AI doesn’t matter, right? It’s just garbage in/garbage out, there’s no moral value to it except what I choose to define. Right?
Now, I suppose the question is “what is a typical number of questions it would take a human to get this?”
Is humor a sign of intelligence?
Just start talking about how the IRS needs to look into using AI to review every single tax return, fairly, evenly, dispassionately, against an expert system that encodes current tax law and a knowledge of popular techniques for tax fraud, and that the AI will flag and rank questionable returns, which will be reviewed in rank order. [See also: Mano Singham]
I went to Hong Kong twice in the early 00s, and the second time I decided to have one of Hong Kong’s legendary tailors clone me a copy of my dad’s vintage 1940s Hart Schaffner and Marx tuxedo. (spoiler: it came out great)
I am forced to edit the immortal words of Shelley:
I used to follow Jim Butcher’s Harry Dresden books, until I tired of them. They’re puffalicious, but they remind me too much of S.M. Brust’s condensed sci-fi con conversations, and they just started to sound self-similar.
Mooing and thundering, the trendy set blaze a trail across the grasslands, leaving poop, witticisms, candy bar wrappers, and empty Perrier bottles…