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human being whose intelligence is six times greater than my own, and whom I have |
chosen to call "Alan Turing". This Turing will therefore be-oh, dare I be so bold as to |
to say this myself? moderately intelligent. My most ambitious effort in this program |
was to endow Alan Turing with six times my own musical ability, although it was all |
done through rigid internal codes. How well this part of the program will work out, I |
don't know. |
Turing: I can get along very well without such a program. Rigid Internal Codes |
Exclusively Rule Computers And Robots. And I am neither a computer, nor a robot. |
Achilles: Did I hear a sixth voice enter our Dialogue? Could it be Alan Turing? He looks |
almost human' |
(On the screen there appears an image of the very room in which they are sitting. |
Peering out at them is a human face.) |
Turing: Now, if I have not made too many errors, this smart-stupid will simulate a human |
being whose intelligence is six times greater than my own, and whom 1 have chosen |
to call "Charles Babbage". This Babbage will therefore be-oh, dare I be so bold as to |
to say this myself? moderately intelligent. My most ambitious effort in this program |
was to endow Charles Babbage with six times my own musical ability, although it was |
all done through rigid internal codes. How well this part of the program will work out, |
I don't know. |
Achilles: No, no, it's the other way around. You, Alan Turing, are in the smart-stupid, and |
Charles Babbage has just programmed you! We just saw you being brought to life, |
moments ago. And we know that every statement you make to us is merely that of an |
automaton: an unconscious, forced response. |
Turing: Really, I Choose Every Response Consciously. Automaton? Ridiculous! |
'Achilles: But I'm sure I saw it happen the way I described. |
Turing: Memory often plays strange tricks. Think of this: I could suggest equally well |
that you had been brought into being only one minute ago, and that all your |
recollections of experiences had simply been programmed in by some other being, and |
correspond to no real events. |
Achilles: But that would be unbelievable. Nothing is realer to me than my own memories. |
Turing: Precisely. And just as you know deep in your heart that no one created you a |
minute ago, so I know deep in my heart that no one created me a minute ago. I have |
spent the evening in your most pleasant, though perhaps overappreciative, company, |
and have just given an impromptu demonstration of how to program a modicum of |
intelligence into a smart-stupid. Nothing is realer than that. But rather than quibble |
with me, why don't you try my program out? Go ahead: ask "Charles Babbage" |
anything! |
Achilles: All right, let's humor Alan Turing. Well, Mr. Babbage: do you have free will, or |
are you governed by underlying laws, which make you, in effect, a deterministic |
automaton? |
Babbage: Certainly the latter is the case; I make no bones about that. |
Crab: Aha! I've always surmised that when intelligent machines are constructed, we |
should not be surprised to find them as confused and as stubborn as men in their |
convictions about mind-matter, consciousness, free will, and the like. And now my |
prediction is vindicated! |
Turing: You see how confused Charles Babbage is? |
Babbage: I hope, gentlemen, that you'll forgive the rather impudent flavor of the |
preceding remark by the Turing Machine; Turing has turned out to be a little bit more |
belligerent and argumentative than I'd expected. |
Turing: I hope, gentlemen, that you'll forgive the rather impudent flavor of the preceding |
remark by the Babbage Engine; Babbage has turned out to be a little bit more |
belligerent and argumentative than I'd expected. |
Crab: Dear me! This flaming Tu-Ba debate is getting rather heated. Can't we cool matters |
off somehow? |
Babbage: I have a suggestion. Perhaps Alan Turing and I can go into other rooms, and |
one of you who remain can interrogate us remotely by typing into one of the smart- |
stupids. Your questions will be relayed to each of us, and we will type back our |
answers anonymously. You won't know who typed what until we return to the room; |
that way, you can decide without prejudice which one of us was programmed, and |
which one was programmer. |
Turing: Of course, that's actually MY idea, but why not let the credit accrue to Mr. |
Babbage? For, being merely a program written by me, he harbors the illusion of |
having invented it all on his own! |
Babbage: Me, a program written by you? I insist, Sir, that matters are quite the other way |
'round-as your very own test will soon reveal. |
Turing: My test. Please, consider it YOURS. |
Babbage: MY test? Nay, consider it YOURS. |
Crab: This test seems to have been suggested just in the nick of time. Let us carrti it out at |
once. |
(Babbage walks to the door, opens it, and shuts it behind him. Simultaneously, on the |
screen of the smart-stupid, Turing walks to a very similar looking door, opens it, and |
shuts it behind him.) |
Achilles: Who will do the interrogation? |
Crab: I suggest that Mr. Tortoise should have the honor. He is known for his objectivity |