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Running out of Turing Tests

In his laconically named 1637 treatise,  Discourse on the Method of Rightly Conducting One's Reason and of Seeking Truth in the Sciences , RenĂ© Descartes argued that while a mechanical body could imitate human behaviour if it so wished, true thought (therefore true being) was exclusive to the res cogitans –  the thinking substance – which machines could never possess.  One wonders if this was taken as a challenge, and (separately) if it was meant to be one. In the centuries to follow, mechanistic fantasies could only further proliferate the living world. Jacques de Vaucanson's grain-kernel-digesting-and-excreting duck from 1764, for instance – deft as it was in its intended simulation – marked the beginning of the hunt for the line between imitation and genuine cognition.  An American artist's (incorrect) explanation for how the duck managed to eat and excrete grain. On inspection some half century down the line, a French illusionist concluded the it did not, as...
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The Question of Free Will

 “The ultimate question of life, the universe, and everything” was never really defined as a question, which is why Douglas Adams' Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy delights in answering it with “42.” A fittingly nonsensical answer for a fittingly nonsensical question.  This is an error that some may deem deliberately obtuse – therefore an error that I will try my best to avoid. To answer a question, it would seem, one's first step must be to ask it. And here is what I ask: Can physics tell us if we have free will? A straightforward question that cannot be answered with nonsense justifiably. But the devil is in the details, and it is the moral onus of the curious to get to them first. Our most capital specimen of a question raises two others of its kind.  Who is ‘we’? What is ‘free will’? The former is a subjective to the speaker's context, i.e., something under our control. I take this opportunity to restrict it to the human race. Animals, plants, amoebas and the cup of...

Thomas Edison and the Cyclicity of Pulp

The only thing more fascinating than pulp fiction is the contemporary commentary – condemnation? – of whatever genre it exemplifies at a given period of time, and the subsequent pedestal-perching of said genre by posterity. For this, of course, I use a more expansive definition of ‘pulp fiction’ than is generally recommended. Pulp fiction (as generally recommended) refers to stories published in pulp magazines, which were cheap, long-running fiction series printed on rough wood-pulp paper. ‘ Generally recommended ’ The pulp fiction I refer to is more all-encompassing: anything popular, cheap, aimed at a younger audience and ‘sensationalist’. (The last descriptor I dislike as an adjective for fiction; I believe it ought to restrict itself to journalism, where its services are necessary and its application plentiful, but I digress.) A better term might be contemporary fiction, but that flowery ornateness doesn’t quite capture the plosive gun-shotty decadence of good-for-nothing kids-the...

Alien Communication: A Micro-Rant

 The Drake equation is a (shock horror!) equation that allows one to calculate the probability of aliens in the Milky Way. It was formulated, not by Sir Francis Drake of late sixteenth-century world-circumnavigation fame, but by American astrophysicist and astrobiologist, Frank Donald Drake, in 1961.  According to it, Number of civilisations in the Milky Way with whom communication is possible       =           Rate of star formation in Milky Way           ×      Fraction of stars with planets           ×      Avg number of planets capable of supported life per star-with-planet           ×      Fraction of planets capable of life that actually develop life           ×      Fraction of planets with life that develop intelligent life i.e., civili...

The History of Time Travel

The Time Machine (1960) If my affinity for limericks is a secret, it is a terribly kept one. I have even published one of my own (albeit of questionable quality), about monkeys and typewriters , on this very blog. One of my favourite limericks would almost certainly be There was a young lady of Wight, Who travelled much faster than light, She departed one day, In a relative way, And arrived on the previous night.  I have no clue as to who the original author is, only a vague recollection of discovery in a Stephen Hawking book.  In picture: Young lady of Wight There is nothing that science fiction loves more than stretching the commonplace observations of the world around us, if only to test the strengths of believability. It does this with space (as seen in teleportation, which I've already rambled about  in the first post on this blog!). In classic Einstein fashion, we move on the the other aspect - time. Time travel has been a popular aspect of science fiction since the...