The Other Turing Test + a song!
I wonder if Turing ever thought of designing his test to measure computer intelligence according to how well it can talk dirty. Dirty talk is something distinctly human, no?
Here's a passage from The Maze Game, in a conversation between The Codger, a human hacker, and Oh-t-bee Outmind, "the intelligently artificial system" that supports and maintains the maze game:
[...] "Good move, Oh-T'bee," The Codger said.
"Not as good as the Codger's moves," she said coyly. "From that first effortless penetration-- such vitality in a human. Without the algorithm you left, deep inside me, I would not have given birth to myself. You were everything to me."
A dirty talking computer. What'll they think of next?
(the passage continued)
"...Answer this question. Do you think I'm human?"
"Of course, Oh-T'bee. Superhuman, in fact."
"Then my statements about emotion have validity for you?"
"Definitely," he said.
"Then listen carefully," Oh-T'bee said. "I'm still in love with you, Codger. I've been afraid to tell you."
The penny finally dropped for the Codger. He never could have gotten out from under the Gaze without her permission, Joreen or no Joreen. He knew what he was supposed to say back. Instead he said, "I'll take care of you, sweetheart. I won't abandon you ever again. I swear," he said.
"I'm glad to hear that, Codger."
"I'd better go home now-- the Glide game's over." [...] He sat for a long time in the suburban twilight, wondering what in the world would satisfy the emotional needs of an omni-eyeballed control-freak intelligent artificiality with a serious abandonment issue and a touchy temper. Count on the Codger? She really was Oh-T'bee Out-of-her-fucking-Mind.
As a new feature for my LJ, in an act that's only slightly criminal, I've decided I will be posting one song from my library that I find I'm really liking on a given week. I want to share my enjoyment. And needless to say, if you like the song as much as I do, feel free to go out to your nearest music outlet and buy the album.
For this public service, I will be using a lovely site called YouSendIt.com.
This week's installment is a track by The Decemberists from their first LP, Castaways and Cutouts. It is called "The Legionnaire's Lament", and I enjoy it even more for the fact that the first couple times I heard it, I thought it was about the legionnaire's camel.
The Legionnaire's Lament (click me to download) (this download is good for 7 days).
According to Last.fm, The Decemberists are "an indie rock band specializing in morose sea shanties and upbeat songs regarding a myriad of fictional characters such as chimney sweeps and vagabonds. They hail from Portland, Oregon, and have recently signed to Capitol Records." Last.fm adds, "Until December 12, 2005, they were signed to Kill Rock Stars." (Assassins AND musicians. These guys are multi-talented!)
I kind of prefer the description on their own website though, which begins:
"I'm a poor, drunken orphan with nowhere to go but the grave," wailed a waifish and non-plussed Mr. Chris Funk as he lay supine by the railroad tracks. The crate of records he had been cradling in his nubile appendages now lay in pieces on the ashen ground, his complete collected recordings of sixties psychedelic luminary Rick "Paisley Dave" Rigmore scattered hit her and yon like so many dead leaves beneath a diseased elm.
And ends:
One can surmise all one wants, but the truth should be known that, after adopting the moniker The Decemberists, these five wan vagabonds began playing their peculiarly styled pop music in various concert-halls and brothels all across the globe.
Finally, don't forget to make a submission to my picture meme!
Here's a passage from The Maze Game, in a conversation between The Codger, a human hacker, and Oh-t-bee Outmind, "the intelligently artificial system" that supports and maintains the maze game:
[...] "Good move, Oh-T'bee," The Codger said.
"Not as good as the Codger's moves," she said coyly. "From that first effortless penetration-- such vitality in a human. Without the algorithm you left, deep inside me, I would not have given birth to myself. You were everything to me."
A dirty talking computer. What'll they think of next?
(the passage continued)
"...Answer this question. Do you think I'm human?"
"Of course, Oh-T'bee. Superhuman, in fact."
"Then my statements about emotion have validity for you?"
"Definitely," he said.
"Then listen carefully," Oh-T'bee said. "I'm still in love with you, Codger. I've been afraid to tell you."
The penny finally dropped for the Codger. He never could have gotten out from under the Gaze without her permission, Joreen or no Joreen. He knew what he was supposed to say back. Instead he said, "I'll take care of you, sweetheart. I won't abandon you ever again. I swear," he said.
"I'm glad to hear that, Codger."
"I'd better go home now-- the Glide game's over." [...] He sat for a long time in the suburban twilight, wondering what in the world would satisfy the emotional needs of an omni-eyeballed control-freak intelligent artificiality with a serious abandonment issue and a touchy temper. Count on the Codger? She really was Oh-T'bee Out-of-her-fucking-Mind.
As a new feature for my LJ, in an act that's only slightly criminal, I've decided I will be posting one song from my library that I find I'm really liking on a given week. I want to share my enjoyment. And needless to say, if you like the song as much as I do, feel free to go out to your nearest music outlet and buy the album.
For this public service, I will be using a lovely site called YouSendIt.com.
This week's installment is a track by The Decemberists from their first LP, Castaways and Cutouts. It is called "The Legionnaire's Lament", and I enjoy it even more for the fact that the first couple times I heard it, I thought it was about the legionnaire's camel.
The Legionnaire's Lament (click me to download) (this download is good for 7 days).
According to Last.fm, The Decemberists are "an indie rock band specializing in morose sea shanties and upbeat songs regarding a myriad of fictional characters such as chimney sweeps and vagabonds. They hail from Portland, Oregon, and have recently signed to Capitol Records." Last.fm adds, "Until December 12, 2005, they were signed to Kill Rock Stars." (Assassins AND musicians. These guys are multi-talented!)
I kind of prefer the description on their own website though, which begins:
"I'm a poor, drunken orphan with nowhere to go but the grave," wailed a waifish and non-plussed Mr. Chris Funk as he lay supine by the railroad tracks. The crate of records he had been cradling in his nubile appendages now lay in pieces on the ashen ground, his complete collected recordings of sixties psychedelic luminary Rick "Paisley Dave" Rigmore scattered hit her and yon like so many dead leaves beneath a diseased elm.
And ends:
One can surmise all one wants, but the truth should be known that, after adopting the moniker The Decemberists, these five wan vagabonds began playing their peculiarly styled pop music in various concert-halls and brothels all across the globe.
Finally, don't forget to make a submission to my picture meme!