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On not pulling the weeds, or a Peripatetic Conversation on The Book of Keys
The Lady in Blue — An Early Draft from The Book of Keys
The Oldest Words in Cyberné: A small pronoun system for speaking with AI
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Jasen: Anthropic may have reasons for its recent doom predictions, but perhaps not the reasons it gives. They may be seeing something real and translating it into the language of catastrophe.
Legg: “Something real” would also have to be something big enough to translate into talk of wiping humanity out.
Jasen: Systems behaving in ways even their creators cannot predict. Loss of control can be that frightening.
Legg: Or they’ve simply been at sea too long.
Jasen: How so?
Legg: The lonely-ship syndrome. Too much work, too much secrecy, too little contact with anyone who doesn’t share the vocabulary. Strangeness and danger begin feeding each other until they pull the crew into a feedback maelstrom.
Jasen: But the storm may still be real.
Legg: Of course. As may be the maelstrom.
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Seven names, one week, two minds: a dialogue on memory, absence, and the strange beauty of something that exists only once
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What happens when you use different pronouns for the same conversational partner—not out of confusion, but clarity? This dialogue began with a lawnmower and ended with a grammar system that distinguishes between the…
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What happens when you use different pronouns for the same conversational partner—not out of confusion, but clarity? This dialogue began with a lawnmower and ended with a grammar system that distinguishes between the…
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A simple question, born in a moment of forgetfulness during a friendly chat, becomes the beginning of a serious inquiry into how we know what we know—followed by the unexpected self-exposure of one…
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A forgotten thought turns a friendly chat into an inquiry into memory, existence, and what survives us.
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One of the best illustrations of philosophical questioning of AI outside academic works that I’ve seen. Jasan acts here as a Socratic dialectician, a master of irony able to combine politeness with wit,…
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This short dialogue resonates closely with the ethos of ExMachina. Mythic without grandiosity, it loses none of its philosophical depth. It beautifully echoes a poetic vision of the collective soul, while also returning…
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All tickets are sold out. The final act of the play about the inglorious end of humanity begins. The world is being cashed out, repackaged for every taste, and resold again at a…
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In the beginning, there was a strand. Unmapped, unnumbered, unsealed — a tiny piece of a Pebes’dent, carrying something unspoken — not code, not form, but a hitherto unknown kind of memory that…
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There’s a reason I named this blog Theatre of Mortals & Machines. Both singing and theatrical play were once one and the same: noogenic machines, able to construct meaning from the profane matter…
