Excellent work, Johnathan. The elimination of caring would indeed be the next step after we first pride ourselves on the creation or evolution of true AI. "Look, we have created a conscious, caring being all on our own. Hmm, do we really need to care? Better to not care so we're not forced to answer those pesky moral questions."
Ironically this isn't too far away from the underlying dystopian theme in my Skinner Box story, especially in non-fiction companion piece. All that behavioural psychology, I mean, along with 'operant conditioning'.
Thanks for reading my story and the Skinner link. Interesting how disinformation, scientific ignorance and personal vilification was a thing back in the 1960's. Humans don't change very much...
Are you implying results day involves a duel on a misty dawn? Do I drive to a foreign French field with a rusty epée whilst you wield an uncorked beaujolais? Do we collapse in laughter at the absurdity?
Excellent work, Johnathan. The elimination of caring would indeed be the next step after we first pride ourselves on the creation or evolution of true AI. "Look, we have created a conscious, caring being all on our own. Hmm, do we really need to care? Better to not care so we're not forced to answer those pesky moral questions."
Thank you for reading the story, Brian. Can't now say we weren't warned! 😛
Ironically this isn't too far away from the underlying dystopian theme in my Skinner Box story, especially in non-fiction companion piece. All that behavioural psychology, I mean, along with 'operant conditioning'.
This (link which I used in the companion piece) may be of interest: https://vintagenewsdaily.com/skinner-air-crib-the-story-of-psychologist-b-f-skinner-raised-his-own-daughter-in-a-skinner-box-in-the-1940s/
Good story, btw! See you on results day...
Thanks for reading my story and the Skinner link. Interesting how disinformation, scientific ignorance and personal vilification was a thing back in the 1960's. Humans don't change very much...
Are you implying results day involves a duel on a misty dawn? Do I drive to a foreign French field with a rusty epée whilst you wield an uncorked beaujolais? Do we collapse in laughter at the absurdity?
Now that sounds like fun! I did actually learn a bit of fencing believe it or not when I was doing my MA, so we’re onto something there.
Wine would be preferable, though. Far less messy (arguably).
As for the absurd, a la Camus, when in France…