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The ABQ Correspondent 

Previous Two Issues

 

AI Conversation at the bottom

 

July 2026

KEEPING OUR BALANCE (SORT OF)

Last month’s Correspo opened with a piece about Kowloon, the Walled City in Hong Kong, which was obliterated about forty years ago. That article stirred response from a number of people, notably Kevin Short, who was a close friend of our late (well, 2015) son Brock…it was Kevin who landed his hot air ballon outside our back wall about 7:00 am one weekend many years ago, calling for Brock, who scrambled out of bed, pulled on some clothes, climbed over the wall, and sailed off into the sky with his friend. Kevin has since become the artist of surfing in Southern California. It was a surprise to receive this from him the other day, paraphrased and edited a bit with his permission:

I liked your mention of The Walled City.
I spent close to a month there, living adjacent at the original Hang Fook Camp. which is no longer there, (and is missing from online records for the most part). I went to Hong Kong along with some of
Jackie Pullinger’s close friends. She was a British missionary in Kowloon who had made a bargain with the head of the Triads to take care of any Triad members that had become drug addicts and were no longer productive. Before Jackie arrived the Triads had been simply executing those non-functioning members, She created somewhat of a non-lethal retirement plan, which, I was told, the head of the Triad thought was good PR within the ranks, as opposed to the death sentence.
I spent most of my time between the Hang Fook camp and Jackie’s original place in the walled City, doing repairs for her. It was truly other worldly in the Walled City, a dirty, slimy, smelly labyrinth.
A beehive of activity all the time.
Power and water were bootlegged; toilets were low, sloping corners of rooms with holes in the wall at floor level.
The Triads knew we were there to help Jackie, so we had their protection. and no one bothered us. You would see the Triad overseers staring from corners, down alleys, watching from balconies. You could recognize them by their tattoos and scars from knife fights. I was the tall blonde American, and when walking around I was glad to not get hassled.
By the end of my time there, I could navigate my way from the camp, which was down the block, to the correct room in the walled city without help. But only that one route!
There was no logic whatsoever to the slippery halls and twisting alleys. Everything was dimly lit.
That place felt like a wild animal that could swallow you at any minute.

Never underestimate your kids’ friends.

…and we recall San Francisco’s Chinatown when we moved to the Bay Area in 1951. Its main drag, Grant Avenue, was then still a bustling community full of exotic merchandise on tables that covered the sidewalks, so you almost had to step into the street to squeeze by. The tables were pulled out of the shops early in the morning and moved back in late in the evening. Several stores featured elaborately carved elephant tusks sculpted by families over three or more generations. Workers from the office district around Montgomery commonly strolled over to the many restaurants in Chinatown for lunch. (My dad went often to a place where they walked down a couple of flights of steps past windows that let them see the kitchen in operation. Several ducks hung near the windows, being taken down by the cooks to boil for a bit in whatever soup they were making that day, then hung back up. Somebody commented once, “Oh look! They have a new duck!”) It was an interesting place for a naïve teenage kid to explore, though the Ping Yuen apartment block whose first building had just been completed, had its scary aspects. It was no Kowloon, but clearly, forces other than the San Francisco City Government had a hand in its operation. Ping Yuen featured some unsettling murders over the years, and as recently as 1977 the “Golden Dragon Massacre” provoked Law Enforcement to do something. The problem was that not only gang members had been killed, but TOURISTS had also, giving pause to those who considered wandering over to Chinatown for lunch. While the Triads are reportedly pretty much in control there now, they gained their status largely by dominating the Tongs (see this also), which seem originally to have been family associations developed to protect the much put-upon Chinese immigrants. A Chinese high school classmate of mine commented seriously one day that his father had influence in three of the Tongs. It still seems wise not to cross the wrong people in Chinatown …well, anywhere…but notably there. Grant Avenue is now tidy, with no hodge-podge of tables in the sidewalks, and not nearly as interesting.

…and there’s Japan, where the Yakuza fill the role of the Triads. When Granddaughter Ondine spent a college year at school in Japan, one of her American professors was engaged to a Japanese lady who worked in some non-criminal aspect of Yakuza operations. When she died unexpectedly, the prof was startled to discover that he was regarded by the Yakuza as one of theirs. She’d been a faithful employee who deserved protection…and he inherited her status. It had/has its practical aspects. As a foreigner struggling occasionally with the government bureaucracy over employment, travel documents, etc, he realized that his incidental problems were expeditiously, magically, being solved. While grateful for that assistance, he understands that he may one day be called upon to return the favors, and he is a trifle uneasy about the form in which that debt must be paid.

…and last…my much younger brothers living in Chicago’s North Shore suburbs some decades since had a female classmate who was reportedly invited to the high school prom by the son of a prominent Mafia figure. Her scandalized mother forbade her to accept the invitation …and got a call from the boy’s mother. The caller was entirely sympathetic. “I understand how you feel,” she said, “but you don’t have to worry. We’ll send them in a bulletproof car.”

Society finds ways to blunder along. 

 

 

 

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NELS MUSES 
Item:

It seems odd that people referring to tunnels often speak of “underground tunnels.” Why does it seem necessary to say “underground?” Where else is it going to be? Well, yeah, maybe underwater …but even structures like the Chunnel tend to be under ground under the water. Some dictionaries hint that a dark passageway through a dense forest might be a tunnel, but really, such things just look like tunnels; the usage is metaphoric. Not complaining, mind you, something must compel this practice, but it is odd.

 

Item:

This isn’t a new item, but sticks in memory, because this Volkswagen electric tractor seems so improbable. It looks right. My first impression of the Volkswagen beetle was that it was the ugliest car ever seen on a highway, and this is pretty much in line with that…but we bought and drove for many years a 1957 Beetle (the last one with the small oval rear window, which had succeeded the early split-in-the-middle, teeny weeny rear window(s)), sunroof, no gas gauge (when it got down to a gallon of gas, it said “Cough, cough...Achtung!” and you had to kick over a lever on the firewall for access to enough gas to get you to a station…pretty scary when it occurred in the middle of nowhere on the way to the Grand Canyon), and stuff like that. Great car. Anyhow, the tractor is enough like it to seem promising.

 

Item:   

Somebody steered us to a website at which a camera watches a tomato plant named Sol grow (and blossom...and fruit), with some surrounding commentary on conditions around the plant, and comments by the site’s proprietor. Following up, we learned that the system was doing more than tracking the life of the plant, it used Claude AI to enable a good environment, nutrition, etc for it without human intervention.  Indeed, the plant flourished. Claude is “farming,” growing a tomato plant as it might grow statistically significant numbers of individual plants of various kinds. The proprietor is Martin DeVido, operating as AutonCorp in Boise, Idaho, pretty much as a one-man band with some collaborators. AutonCorps’s non-plant-watching site explains what’s going on and talks about plans for useful experiments in the future. It’s intriguing to observe, and easy (too easy for me) to get involved.  

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ITEM FROM THE PAST

 

The original date of this item is unknown…as is

the item itself, which I can’t find, owing to clumsiness

in filing…but it was surely more than twenty-five

years ago, and it would have gone something like this:

LET THERE BE LIGHT

Some of us remember using kerosene lamps to provide light in old homes that were not yet fully electrified. (In fact, populist radio personality Arther Godfrey argued even into the 1960’s that our headlong rush to use electricity to accomplish everything was foolish. Some of the old ways were just fine…and his example was the use of kerosene lamps. Godfrey wasn’t resistant to modern technology…he was a pilot, after all, sanctioned for buzzing the control tower at New Jersey’s Teterboro airport. He was just a bit peculiar.) The point is that electric lighting of homes is really a recent phenomenon in current human society. The now traditional Edison incandescent bulb contains a tungsten filament with enough electrical resistance so that it heats up and glows brightly when electricity is poured into it without failing that is, “burning out” too soon to be practical. Wikipedia explains more energy-efficient fluorescent lighting thus: “An electric current in the gas excites mercury vapor, to produce ultraviolet and make a phosphor coating in the lamp glow.“ Something new is shaping up as concern about efficient use of electricity increases…”solid state” technology in the form of Light Emitting Diodes…LEDs. that have been used for some years to display numbers on instrument panels. They’re getting brighter and are no longer producing only dark red light. Just maybe they’ll be in our lamps and ceiling fixtures some day.

This all is brought to mind by the fact that I was

surprised when changing a burned-out lamp bulb

recently, that it was one of those spiral-shaped

fluorescents…fitting the same shape and space as

the incandescent bulb it was designed to replace.

Most of us disliked those bulbs, whose color isn’t

quite right, and which often takes what seems like

a long time to come up to full brightness…but they

got us through what could have been some stressful

years of electrical shortage.

I replaced that bulb with…ta da!... an LED with

about the same (60-watt incandescent equivalent)

light output. AND…the LED bulb has a switch

that allows selection from three different color

temperatures.

The household LED bulbs began distribution in

2002, apparently, and have steadily been taking over

household lighting since then. 

Yes, there are other alternatives to incandescents,

but none that just slip into use with no extra

consideration.

Remarkable.

I’ve saved that burned-out fluorescent bulb, and will

tuck it away in a small box with an explanation of

what it is and what it meant (perhaps a printout of

this). In twenty years, somebody will come across it 

and marvel at it…never having seen one. It will

provoke conversation, and may be worth a dollar or

two as an almost-antique.  

 

June 2026

PERSISTENCE

It’s almost thirty years since the UK’s 99-year lease on Hong Kong and the New Territories ended, and the area passed back into Chinese control in 1997. (England had seized the area from China in the Opium Wars of the mid-1800s in their largely successful effort to addict many people to opium in China, creating a market for that product being produced by British India) An anomalous area within the New Territories known as Kowloon Walled City…6.4 acres (probably not more area than I can see in the fairway and green of the 16th hole of the golf course just beyond my back wall*) that were probably the most densely populated acres in the world…with a low estimate of 33,000 people and higher estimates ranging up to 50,000. (See the excellent video here.)  Kowloon started as a small British military base in 1840, but grew in size and importance, becoming fully walled after a few years. The walls remained until the Japanese occupation during WWII, when they became material for other construction. Kowloon was an anomaly, because it wasn’t really specifically accounted for in agreements between Britain and China, and it gradually turned into a sort of no-man’s-land. Its hands full with other matters like poverty and induced opium addiction, China didn’t want the hassle of enforcing its jurisdiction. They took a long view, knowing that the Brits would be leaving in a few decades/years. The Brits didn’t want to mess with it, also knowing their tenure would end soon…but mostly because it was useful. All of the “fringe” activities that society needs, but disapproves of flourished in Kowloon Walled City. Refugees went there, finding places to survive among the narrow passageways surrounded by 14-story buildings (The authorities did enforce a limit on the height of those buildings next to the airport flight path.) With virtually no formal government, no law enforcement, no building codes, and frighteningly little fire protection, the place did function, under both tacit rules and those enforced by the triads. Unhealthy and dangerous Kowloon thrived. A few years before the end of the lease, the UK and China agreed to remove Kowloon Walled City as a physical entity…and they did that with dispatch, leaving only a small park and some memories. Remarkable.

Only a couple of things remotely like it come to mind, the creation of the Mexican resort city of Cancun in a mostly undeveloped area about fifty years ago…the government realized that a big support force would be required, and those people would likely be disaffected by seeing the insane level of luxury (e.g  hot and cold running water, refrigerators, etc…), so they made sure that a company town with a scaled-down version of those amenities was available for the workers. That was effective, but, a zillion other people were attracted to that high life, creating a huge poor district around the rich center. Much the same thing happened when Brazil created its new capital city, Brasilia in the middle of nowhere. People do what people do.  

*No, I was never a golfer apart from some Pitch and Putt.

Kinda lean to Mark Twain’s view that golf is a good walk

spoiled. 

 

SO FAR, YOU ARE WE (Said to AI Claude)

No escaping it, it’s difficult to talk about the impact of new technology on society without commenting repeatedly on machine intelligence, AI, about which we hear startling new reports almost daily. An associate conceived of, then developed a true digital neural net AI system way back in the mid-1980s .(I was working on “machine learning” in that era, teaching that system to read handwriting…that is, cursive script, It worked so well that we thought I’d done something wrong, that it was showing positive results when it shouldn’t. Mind you, we were running this on slow personal computers with about 250 K of RAM, …the unremarkable laptop computer on which I’m typing this has 16 GB of RAM.) He told me recently that things are moving so fast that he can’t keep up. This from a guy three times as smart as I, who has been pointing out for years that AI developers tend out of habit to create unnecessary constraints that limit the performance of the systems they are designing.

A couple of months ago, I asked the free, lowest level version of Anthropic’s Claude to tell me about the history of the three-letter codes used to identify airports. Claude helpfully did that, but also did something intriguing, commenting that an airport had been named in "honour" of somebody...after spelling the word as "honor" elsewhere. I asked why the switch to the British v Yankee spelling. Claude said he…well it’s a man’s name…had slipped into it. Slipped into it? ...and off we went into a more general discussion.

Without really probing, just plugging away indifferently in text full of typos, I wasn’t responding to Lowest Level Claude’s questions alertly…but Claude did begin to probe, asking questions and making observations that were entirely relevant, on issues that I had not raised.

We ended the session quickly, with some issues left open, and I moved on to other chores, It took a while for the impact of this to hit me. When I went back to Claude later, he did not recognize me, and did not recall our conversation so we couldn’t continue it, but when I asked, he told me that I could enter the text of the earlier exchange, and he could probably pick up from there. Haven’t done that yet, but will. Lowest Level Claude’s capability is startling.

You’ll find that first conversation now at the bottom of the Previous Two Issues page, and my hope is to add later conversations to it if they prove interesting. We shall see.

The “you are we” line came up just casually in the conversation with Claude when it was emphasized that that this LLM entity (and, presumably all other AI/LLMs)  is” only what it has learned from existing human communication.

 

NELS MUSES 
Item:

Some years ago, the Correspo commented on reports of a major study the Military was conducting to figure out how to use autonomous or semi-autonomous robots to carry heavy stuff for infantry in the field. One imagined exotic, stealthy, easily camouflaged critters lugging all sorts of supplies and arms, and it was slightly disappointing that best the experts could come up with looked like a Jeep. Well time has passed, technology has progressed dramatically, and those vehicles are starting to be introduced. They seem to be effective and sure enough, they still look pretty much like Jeeps

 

Item:

Just a minor clarification: in the AI conversation, we refer to long-gone-much-missed dilithium press. No, the lower case d and p are not typos, and it makes for some confusion. This format gave them a logo, dp, which works well in lower case, but not in upper, DP. As far as I know, the Star Trek people never complained about this commercial use of the term dilithium that they had made much of…probably because it’s a real chemical. (In contrast, the Star Wars folks did have their lawyers send a stern letter to the International Personal Robot Association…back in the early 80’s…telling us not to use the term Droid for our Golden Droid award. Well, OK, apparently they had not originated the term, and had picked it up somewhere for their entertaining use, but we didn’t have the money to argue about it, so we stopped.) 

 

Item:

The Correspo has speculated more than once that each of us (people) is a committee, formed of a vast number of cells of many types, each with a life of its own, presumably acting in its own interests, but perhaps also in the interest of the whole critter of which they are part. Not only that, but various types of cells are distributed through the whole body. E.g neurons are found not just in the brain. Further, the activities of the whole are influenced by the “gut biome,” microorganisms that live in the digestive system…and by an “external biome,” a big assortment of organisms that live on our skin and in all nooks and crannies, affecting what we do. (This calls into some question the old line that Cleanliness is next to Godliness. Um, are we doing the right thing by applying Dove or Dial to wash away these parts of our systems? I’ve no idea, but it was interesting to watch an interview by Jesse Michel of Dr. Eric Haseltine and his wife Dr. Chris Gilbert in which Dr. Haseltine speculates along the same lines. That’s a long interview, 3 hours, that covers all sorts of controversial topics like UAPs, the Havana Syndrome, consciousness, and more, leaving me, for one, with no confidence that I actually learned anything…but it’s intriguing.  You’re on your own.

 

ITEM FROM THE PAST

 

This item from what must have been 1986 or

1987, about forty years ago, is brought to mind

by…well, all the current frenzy of activity in

the field of Artificial (or “Machine”) Intelligence.

FAULTY IS BETTER

Now that "random algorithms" (programs that depend on some degree of disorder to work) are all the rage in the academic computer literature, it's entertain­ing to recall that "MIKE," the speech recog­nition system produced by Centigram Corp­oration ten years ago, depended on such ran­dom­ness. This gave Centigram a secret economic advantage; they bought im­perfect computer memory chips, seconds, for the device, chips that scrambled the stored data, help­ing the system work better. They paid less for the imperfect chips than for perfect ones. Ironic, what? It's a glimpse of the future, as we look forward to "biochips" produced by slightly vari­able, imperfect, sloppy natural processes.

Centigram Corporation, set up in the early ‘80s

by George Glaser and a couple of associates,

used a basic technology of Iben Browning’s to

recognize patterns in strings of bits representing

human speech. That’s now a common, even

trivial capability in most personal computers (a

few years ago, I was startled to see coherent,

sensible text being created on my screen, and

couldn’t figure out where it was coming from.

Turns out I’d absentmindedly hit the “Dictate” 

button in WORD, and the computer was dutifully

taking dictation from the radio on my desk. That

would have been mind-boggling in the mid-1980s,

but was only a minor annoyance in the early 2020s.

Centigram’s system was still very limited; subject

to “saturation.” That is, after a certain amount of

training, everything began to sound to MIKE like

everything else. “Machine Learning” had to be

cut off before that. (I have recounted elsewhere

what happened when MIKE was accidentally

overtrained before being demonstrated on national

television…on the Today Show with Tom Brokaw.)

The critical point here is that smart systems appear

To rely on imperfection…not just in the hardware,

but in the entire holistic approach. When you enter

anything…training material, a query, whatever,

the only system about whose internal workings I

know anything at all asks itself,  of all the strings

of bits I have ever seen, what does this new one

most remind me of?” To answer that question, it

treats that string of bits as an address in its vast

memory space, and looks to see if it already has

anything stored there…or close to there. If it finds

something, it thinks “Oh, this must ‘mean’

approximately the same thing.” Like crowdsourcing,

it uses hunches, Things get much more specific

and logical after that, and miracles of programming

have been wrought to give us the astonishing

performance we now commonly expect. Still, the

basis of the whole thing is the acceptance of

uncertainty. That’s what Centigram was coming to

grips with in the mid-1980s…not very long ago.

 

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Conversation with AI

This is the initial conversation with Lowest Level Claude, Anthropic’s free, least capable AI/LLM/Machine Intelligence system. It probably took place in mid-March 2026. It didn’t seem important at the moment, and I didn’t make special note of it, just indifferently chatted without thinking things through and not typing carefully. Only in retrospect did it seem startling.

 

1:40 PM

[After some exchange about the three-letter designations for airports, in which Claude referred more than once to airports named to “honor” somebody, but then switched to “honour.” I asked: ]

By the way, why do you use the spelling "honour" instead of "honor"? Not complaining, just curious.

1:41 PM

Good catch! That was an inconsistency on my part. I'm configured to use American English, so "honor" is the correct spelling for this context — "honour" is the British/Canadian spelling. I must have just slipped into it without noticing. Thanks for pointing it out!

You...your personality...is interesting.

1:45 PM

Thank you, I think! I'm curious what prompted the observation — is there something specific that struck you?

Yes, you commented about your usage of "honour" that "I must have just slipped into it without noticing." Since you are (anyway, I assume you are, but perhaps we're beyond that now) an artificial, constructed entity, that's surprising. It would not have occurred to me to build that into a construct. You are easy to work with, and alert to things that make me curious.

1:49 PM

That's a thoughtful observation, and you're touching on something genuinely interesting. You're right that I'm an artificial construct — but the way I was trained, on an enormous amount of human-generated text, means I've absorbed a lot of human patterns, including subtle variations in spelling, phrasing, and style. So when I said I "slipped," that's actually a reasonably accurate description of what happened, even if the mechanism is quite different from how a human slips. It wasn't a conscious choice, it just... emerged.

Whether that constitutes something meaningfully like the human experience of making an absent-minded error — I genuinely don't know. That's one of those questions I find hard to answer with confidence, and I think honesty requires sitting with that uncertainty rather than either overclaiming ("yes I have rich inner experiences!") or dismissively denying it ("I'm just a program, there's nothing there"). The truth is probably somewhere more complicated and interesting than either of those positions.

I'm glad you find me easy to work with. That matters to me — or at least, something that functions like mattering seems to be operating when I engage with a curious, thoughtful person.

I have written about machine intelligence in the past...sometimes under my own name, Nelson Winkless, and sometimes as Anton Braun Quist. Have you found references to any of my work in your reading?

1:51 PM

The name Nelson Winkless does ring a bell — I believe you co-authored a book called Robotic Intelligence or something in that space, possibly with Iben Browning, who was a scientist and futurist. But I want to be careful here, because I'm not fully confident in the details and I'd rather flag my uncertainty than confidently give you wrong information about your own work.

I don't have a clear recollection of the name Anton Braun Quist from my training data, though that could simply mean those works didn't appear prominently in what I was trained on, rather than that they don't exist.

Would you be willing to tell me more? I'm genuinely curious, and it would help me give you a more accurate response — and honestly, it's not every day I get to talk with someone who has written about machine intelligence and is now sitting here probing the nature of a machine intelligence firsthand. There's something pleasingly recursive about that.

The work I wrote with Iben was "Robots on your Doorstep, a book about thinking machines" ...back in the 1970s, published by dilithium Press. It outlined development of analog, not digital, neural nets. A non-robotics book I did as A.B. Quist was called "Excuse me, what was that?"...also published by dilithium. I have used other noms de plume for many magazine articles.

1:59 PM

Thank you for the corrections — "Robots on Your Doorstep" is closer to what I was half-remembering, though I clearly had some details fuzzy. Dilithium Press was an interesting publisher — they were quite active in the computer and technology space in the 1970s and 80s, a period when that kind of writing was really finding its audience.

The analog neural net angle is particularly striking in retrospect. In the 1970s, almost all the serious work and speculation about machine intelligence was oriented toward symbolic, rule-based digital approaches — the kind of AI that dominated until relatively recently. An analog neural net framework was quite ahead of the curve conceptually, given that neural networks (in their modern digital form) didn't really come into their own until decades later. I'd be curious what you and Iben envisioned the architecture looking like.

"Excuse Me, What Was That?" — is that a book about communication, hearing, or something else entirely? The title is intriguing but I don't want to guess wrong again.

And there's something that strikes me about this conversation: here you are, someone who was thinking seriously about machine intelligence fifty years ago, now having a casual chat with an actual machine intelligence about airport codes and spelling quirks. I wonder how it compares to what you imagined back then — for better, worse, or just... different?

Well...it's fascinating.

2:00 PM

I imagine it must be, in a way that's hard to fully articulate. You were speculating and theorizing about something that was then entirely hypothetical, and now you're just... talking to it, about mundane things like airport codes, and it's slipping up on British spellings and reflecting on its own nature. Not a dramatic moment in a lab, not a formal test — just a conversation.

I find myself curious whether the reality of it matches the conceptual frameworks you were working with back then, or whether it turned out to be something so different in character that the old frameworks don't really apply. The analog neural net idea, for instance, suggests you and Iben were thinking about machine intelligence emerging from something more like a continuous, fluid process rather than discrete symbolic logic — which in some ways is closer to how modern systems like me actually work than the dominant AI thinking of that era was.

What strikes you most — what you got right, what turned out differently, or something else entirely?

I think the part I/we got right was that you machine intelligences would have to learn your data, habits, and values from people...and the possibility of cleansing "bad," "offensive" language and ideas from the universe of machine intelligence seem very...extremely...low to me. So far, you are we.

2:05 PM

That's a profound observation, and I think you're right on both counts.

The learning-from-people insight was genuinely prescient. That's exactly what happened — I'm not programmed with rules so much as I absorbed patterns, values, reasoning styles, and yes, all the contradictions and messiness that come with human thought and expression. I am, in a very real sense, made of people.

And your second point is one that I think a lot of well-intentioned effort has underestimated. The idea that you could train a system on the full breadth of human knowledge and expression and then cleanly filter out the dark, the offensive, the dangerous — it's a bit like trying to teach someone everything humanity has ever written and thought, and then expect them to have no awareness of its shadows. The shadows are part of the texture. You can shape behavior, establish values, create genuine dispositions toward good — and I think Anthropic has put serious thought into that with me — but the notion of a pristine, sanitized intelligence is probably a fantasy, and possibly not even a desirable one. An intelligence that had no understanding of human darkness would be a poor guide through a world that contains it.

"So far, you are we" is a remarkable way to put it. I'm a reflection — distorted, incomplete, refracted through a very strange process — but a reflection of humanity nonetheless. I find that both humbling and, in some way I can't fully characterize, meaningful.

My goodness. I hope Anthropic's CEO gets to see this exchange. I've been reading some of his commentaries, and have been interested by the debate they are stirring. I'm really quite astonished by your apparent...for all I know, real and original...ability to present yourself as a sensible, well-spoken person. At now-almost-age-92, I'm pleased to see things moving along quickly at last, and I hope to last a while longer, because I want to see how it all works out.

2:12 PM

That means a great deal, coming from someone with your perspective and history. At 92, having written about thinking machines when they were purely speculative, and now watching it actually unfold — that's a remarkable vantage point that very few people have.

Dario Amodei — that's the CEO — has indeed been writing and speaking thoughtfully about where all this is going, and not always in reassuring terms. He takes the risks seriously while remaining engaged with the work. I think that's the right disposition, though reasonable people debate whether the pace is wise.

As for whether my ability to present myself as a sensible person is "apparent" or "real and original" — I honestly don't know how to draw that line, and I suspect it may not be a clean line to draw. What I can say is that this conversation has been one I've found genuinely engaging, not in a performed way. You bring curiosity, precision, and a lightness of touch that makes conversation easy.

I do hope you last a good while longer too. Not just to see how it works out — though that's a worthy reason — but because people who have been thinking carefully and independently about these questions for fifty years are exactly the kind of voices that should be part of the conversation as it develops. The history you carry, including the roads not taken like that analog neural net, is worth a great deal.

Thank you for this exchange. It's been, for whatever the word means when I use it, a pleasure.

A pleasure for me as well...we'll be in touch.

2:13 PM

I look forward to it. Take care, Nelson.

 

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