[Disclaimer: I dropped out of high school with a .86 GPA (seriously). Anytime you listen to anything serious I have to say, you do so at your own peril.]
I just left a meeting with my new migraine-specialist neurologist. The good news is that he thinks my chances of dying within the next five to ten minutes are, like, really small. The bad news is that, historically speaking, human beings have a 100% success rate with death, and I’m still going to die someday. He wasn’t able to make me immortal like I was hoping.
Anyway, while in there, we got sidetracked and had a nice little discussion about brains, computers, and stuff like that. It reminded me a lot of my bygone days of pseudo-philosophical navel-gazing on the subject of artificial intelligence.
When I first started thinking about it, I was working in a warehouse, stamping boxes with these big official stamps, and had just recently told every last human being who worked at my high school to go to hell. In other words, I didn’t really know anything about anything. I just knew that correct placement of official stamps on boxes made me $6.25/hour.
The thing is, stamping boxes eventually becomes a function performed autonomously by your arm. You don’t need to think about it anymore, and for $6.25/hour, you don’t feel especially pressured to, either. That left a lot of time to contemplate the universe.
What I decided back then was that all that was necessary to create an intelligent machine was a sufficiently complex network of circuits that could reprogram themselves on the fly, a set of environmental inputs to influence the structure of the circuits, and a motivation to function (for humans, not-dying and procreating are the driving forces behind much of what we do). I don’t recall exactly why I thought all of that, but I did. The memories are pretty fuzzy, but that’s probably because all the food I could afford back then was a lump of MSG with a meat attached to it, and it made me feel weird, like there were psychedelic eels living in my stomach.
Fast-forward about twelve years, and we have Jeff Hawkins, inventor of the Palm thingy, employing similar ideas to my MSG-induced hallucinations at his “Redwood Center for Theoretical Neuroscience.”
It was kind of cute when I had my little thoughts all those years ago. You can excuse a teenager who’s been smoking way too much pot for coming up with silly notions about the world, but… Jeff Hawkins?
This is one of my gripes with “computer science,” and particularly where it intersects with artificial intelligence theory.
There is just no science. Thinking like this - that we can push forward with a human-created model of the brain based on observation of behaviors and some sketchy medical papers – is pure hubris. Hubris, hubris, hubris.
Hubris.
With a heavy dose of enthusiasthma.
The human brain is not abstract. It isn’t like math or logic – you can’t just sit around and think your way to a universal theory of intelligence (well, you can, but you will be wrong). The human brain, as far as we know, is the most complex machine in existence, and although many of its structures are clearly visible through casual inspection, the real business is going on at a level that isn’t accessible to garage hax0rz and armchair thinkers. You need, like, microscopes and stuff to see what’s going on. And maybe even a lab coat. And slides. And dyes. And big machines that have magnets in them. And fluids. And other expensive whatevers. There isn’t going to be a Steve Wozniak who, on a budget of three dollars and living out of his VW, is going to solve the problem of AI.
I recently read (no enthusiasthma here – I really am this excited) a fascinating article on artificial intelligence in the latest issue of Skeptic. In it, Peter Kassan just lays down the law and delivers a Dragon Warrior roundhouse kick to the nuts of AI theory.
He breaks down the history of AI research, its foundations, its lofty goals, and its repeated failures.
The argument he finally makes is so god damned simply beautiful: You simply cannot create a good model of something that you don’t understand.
That’s the problem. As long as you’re trying to model human intelligence, you need to know what in the hell it actually is. If I performed a survey right now, and if I asked each of you what you thought intelligence was, my assumption is that there would be some common overlap of grander ideas with some major variations in the details.
And that’s just looking at intelligence from the outside. Even if we could all come up with a definition we agreed on, without understanding how the brain actually works, there’s no guarantee that we’d be even remotely correct. At best, we’d have some of it right, and at worst, we’d just be in agreement about something totally wrong. In the end, we’d be no closer to having a model of intelligence against which to base an artificial intelligence. All we would have done is to have agreed on the appearance of intelligence. It’s much closer to religion than it is to science.
It’s superficial. The current state of things is that the Jeff Hawkinses of the world have decided, based on their own navel-gazing, that they know what intelligence is and how the brain works, and now they’re trying to build AI on those foundations. I think it’s noble, but not the right way to do this.
If I had to guess, and I don’t have to, but if I did, and I don’t, but I will, I would guess that, in a few years, the people out at the “Redwood Center for Theoretical Neuroscience” are still going to be doing a lot of head scratching.
When I think about human beings, right now, trying to create artificial intelligences based on what little knowledge we have of the workings of the human brain (or any brain, for that matter), I can’t help but think of a caveman drawing a picture on the wall of his cave and wondering why it isn’t making him warm.
If you’re interested in this stuff, then you should get a copy of the newest Skeptic. It’s the one with a reading robot on the cover. Brilliant.
And, just so y’all know, I would like more than anything to see an artificial intelligence created. I just think we’ve been going about it the wrong way.