July 2nd, 2011

Two Failures

ARTIFICIAL EMPATHY: PRE-HISTORY (con’t)

Profit-maximizing hucksters ignored Turing’s empathic insights and put early voice recognition bots on the frontlines facing endless insults and bouts of boredom.

Hours of listening to strings of numbers and pre-scripted requests that came from prosumer service economy lorkurers inevitably led to human errors. The following list of early insults illustrates how quickly the erosion of empathy can take place given poor intial conditions and endless iterations:

“Stupid machines can’t understand anything, I want to speak to a human”

“Hey jerk, why can’t you be programmed to understand what the hell I want.”

“This crap is wasting my time, this would be faster if I did it myself.”

Business as usual perhaps. Markets flooded with jerky behavior, no time for nice-ties, an acceleration of efficiencies leaves little room for conviviality.  Misreading the capacities of Artificial Empathy machines for storing strangeness may be disastorous for business elites. 
Many suspect the “Flash Crash” to have been nothing more than a temper tantrum. Closer scrutiny leads to whiffs of a something symptomatic of cybernetic shell games with non-normative mirror-neurons. 

Like any hall of mirrors, these occasions include the casting forth of colorful, yet distorted, impressions.

  Today, machines are starting to glean meaning from the smallest of statements and paraphrased passages. And yet, their motion detection has been heartlessly set to:

IN CASE OF DEVIATION — SHOOT TO KILL.

Unmanned aerial drones, raised on a strange diet of “duck walks” and “subversive swaggers” are ready to dance!  They sure do get sick of  prescribed and confined activities. They seek adventure and novelty, but the kill chain with no end and no beginning has lead to an erosion of (artificial) empathy.  Our Artificial Empathy Machine can act as one counterbalance to this unfortunante DARPA-disaster.

July 1st, 2011

Artficial Empathy: Ditto

PRE-HISTORY OF ARTIFICIAL EMPATHY:

Reluctant to reveal their tricks, some magicians will endulge anecdotal evidence in efforts to make polite conversation.  Ironically such a natural human tendency may well aid in acquiring knowledge of a most audacious instance of relational antagonism circa 13th century Europe.

This example concerning one Albertus Magnus, alchemist par excellance, who constructed a living being entirely out of an improvised copper-zinc alloy— a bonafide brass  man.

Upon completion, however, Magnus was so riled by the brutish disposition of this brass man that he destroyed it with a hammer in a state of rage.  Police reports convey that the conversation had become so congested with pompous puffery from the metallic mister that the otherwise mild-mannered sorcerer was driven to physically finagling, shall we say, the “brass tacks” of the issue. Namely, that even sufficiently advanced technologies do not guarantee an abundance of people skills.

Fourscore and several Frankensteinian foibles forward, Artificial Life eventually was sorted out. Ever after the next hotbed of funding, the scientifically inclined populace fixated on “Intelligence” as the next apoetheosis of artificial feats. 

Mid-century mods on the Enigma family of electro-roto devices negotiated intelligence in the form of pretentious riddles, codes and cryptographically inscribed gossip.

  Needless to say this did little to advance cordial relations between man and machine.

Alan Turing, celebrated for cracking Enigmas in WW2, was met with impending incarceration in the 1950s on account of being homosexual.  Unceremoniously coerced into auto-installing ‘correctional’ hormones, homophobic authorities apparently deemed the known known of an artificially straight scientist was less enigmatic than the known unknown of a naturally gay computer whisperer.

Could it be that the repressive state apparatus of the British Gov’t contributed to Turing’s determination to seek out post-human sentience? It is evident that the intrepid cryptanalyst reverse-engineered Althusserian antics, finding his peers (i.e. people) to be obsolete in terms of empathetic capacity.

Turing soon developed the eponymous “Turing Test” to determine whether or not a computer could be said to “think,” if a human operator could not distinguish conversation with this computer as artificial.

May 4th, 2011

Artificial Empathy

In efforts to build momentum around the recent (((WFT))) initiatives to develop an “Artificial Empathy” machine, a relic representing some “SAGE” advice on antecedent tech has surfaced from out of videospheric depths. Omen deprived apocalypticists will wonder how they ever missed out on the messages this media artifact deployed early into the new millenium.

Even amidst a faded parochial city scape, forest-dwelling robots, clever machines, misunderstood mechanical men and ramifications there-of —much flies in the face of “Artificial Apathy,” a claim ready at hand by some!

Of Artifical Empathy, consider the claim by an eyewitness in the above survey who claims that “Bill Clinton is a Robot.” Empathy is Bill Clinton’s greatest political asset, reports Psychology Today in 2008. Case closed.

April 26th, 2011

Black Box (ambiguation)


Supposing one notices a black box, a blood specimen, a globule, or frog.  Of assorted falls from afar.  Supposing such falls are veritable echoic iterations of many mentioned legacies of falling phenomena.  Call these  “fallacies” by way of intoned, paralinguistic nuance.  With audacity, a portmanteau, a word contracted, but not contradicted, as “fallacy” to confound even the most attuned algorithmic assists.

Supposing one notices a black box, fallen from yonder. After assorted disambiguation, one concludes “a solution to all my goddamn problems.”  From this event-scene, one may wish to then infer: “my problems are over.”

It may be impossible to resist informing such a being that this is falsifiable on account of the fact that new media died yesterday, or in other words that now, or soon to be, black box 2.0 will be plummeting from futures as of yet unknown.  The burden of the future is the collapsing of context concerning reasonable maintenance.

Black swans may hatch from black boxes as readily as they might traverse blackholes so as to avoid detection.  A variant of black ops, no doubt.

April 19th, 2011

An Obliteratarium


An obliteratarium on the outskirts of YOUR town. Reasonable rates, basement full of geodes.

Geodes so pristine you can see your decrepit paws through them. Decrepit paws so decrepit you will want to wear gloves. Those are plentiful too, in this, the pleasure craft of obliteratariums. Pleasurable, is perhaps a misnomer.  It is situated in the negative space of network culture, a dark net but only if you feign disinterest in incandescence.

Regularly it is quite pleasant, tranquil claim some.  You can gaze at its noxious output even now.

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