In Our Likeness
The algorithm thus spaketh?
No, wait, “Thus Spake the Algorithm?”
Late nights will do this.
In Our Likeness
The nice aspect to my age? I did stupid things before there was a cell phone — or social media — to record my actions. No cringe photos; just unreliable first-person narratives that can be easily denied with no corroborating evidence.
Leads to the questions in the design of the novel’s premise, about sentient AI, and the god-like powers we attribute to machines.
Not without historical perspective, deos ex machina1, as we would say?
On the screen one night, late night, Mark Cuban was talking about a large language model, and then it started to make sense.
“Who can? Reality is a client-side application.” Page 199.
My own canon of work — three decades or more — of horoscopes — that provides a way to plot learning, and a curve, a large language model, or just a snap shot inside some of my thinking. The episodic, periodic, gradual accretion of data shapes the learning. Bonus: having a long a timeline of sorts.
Double-bonus: grammar has improved.
In Our Likeness
Thoroughly character driven.
“There was a new connection between us, the only two sane people left in a world rapidly losing its mind.” Page 160.
There is that.
Love story between nerds?
“Who can? Reality is a client-side application.” Page 199.
It is.
In Our Likeness
- “You mean, ’deus ex machina’ don’t you?”
Comment stands, that’s “gods in the machine.” Plural. Figure it out. ↩
