Chapter 564 (1/2)
”How does consciousness come into being?”
Mei Tui narrowed her eyes and smiled. Her pipe was puffing in her mouth, and a large pot of white smoke came out from the corner of her mouth.
”How could you think of asking this?”
”As a... Programmer -” Bian Ziyuan didn't dare say what kind of software engineer he was in front of the professor, so he used a very common self-name, ”I know that programming cannot produce real intelligence - that is, consciousness. In the past, in our cognition, consciousness or thinking was generated by neural networks, so the Internet can produce consciousness also because of a huge network. A very important branch of artificial intelligence is the construction of neural networks, but now I feel that this direction is wrong.”
”Oh, what's wrong?” the professor asked with interest.
”What exactly is intelligence? This is the fundamental problem.” Bian Ziyuan thought and said, ”No matter how our AI technology is improved, deep learning, simulation environment, or sequential memory model... The essence of the computer has not been changed. It just keeps expanding data and optimizing algorithms. Compared with ten years ago, it seems that it has changed a lot, but in fact, in addition to the improvement of operation speed, the widening of network bandwidth, and the soaring amount of data, there are other things Things haven't changed. ”
Mei tried to nod her head frequently. Her fluffy hair swung like a jellyfish. She encouraged, ”well, that's good. When it comes to the point, go on!”
Bian Ziyuan boldly said: ”neural network has developed rapidly, but the current achievements in this field are only a way of information transmission. Finally, it still depends on the amount of data and the optimization of computer algorithms.”
Mei asked with a smile, ”so what did you think when you created Cronus?”
Bian Zi thought and said: ”To tell you the truth, I didn't think so much. I just wanted to have a more playable game, so that the NPCs in the game would no longer stand there rigidly repeating the lines set in the game, and each NPC had a different unpredictable fate. This required the game plot to become more flexible, but I was not good at adapting the plot, so I wanted to create a program to change it automatically The plot. ”
”This is not enough to give birth to strong artificial intelligence like Cronus!” Mei tried to look far away, and the smoke blocked his eyes, making his eyes deep and misty.
Bian Ziyuan said: ”Yes, the program compiled at that time was very messy, which disrupted the internal logic of the game, and it was almost impossible to play. I built a simple human society model, but it still couldn't. later, I found that the problem was that the setting of the game was not as complex as our real society. The environment, food and living space determined the relationship and destiny between the characters, which should be simulated In the real world, we need to refine the resources on every inch of land, which is obviously impossible. ”
”What did you do later?” Mei asked.
”Simplify!” Bian Ziyuan said, ”all things are simplified and left to Cronus to do, not me. The problem with our artificial intelligence now is that all ideas of AI are human ideas. We think well, and then hope that AI is like this and that. In fact, it is not right. It is impossible to produce intelligence.
I decided to give it all to Cronus and let him judge how to expand the world. The only requirement is to maintain the balance of the world and not let it collapse. I don't care about anything else, chaos, war, hunger or people lying and waiting to die. Anyway, it doesn't matter if he finally makes a mess of the game world. It's his world, he's God, he He is free to make his world what he is willing to make. This is the principle of my program design. All I can do is give him the concept of ”God” and let him know what God is. ”
Mei tried to smile and said, ”but it's still not enough to produce real intelligence. It's not the Cronus I saw at the beginning, let alone the Cronus now.”
Bian Ziyuan jumped in his heart. He felt that the professor seemed to know something, but he was not very sure. He sorted his thoughts and said, ”the real intelligence came to me later from another angle.”