Is it time to write some enforceable Laws of Robotics?

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“We must build AI for people; not to be a person,” Mustafa Suleyman’s recent essay on the importance of avoiding what he terms ‘seemingly conscious AI ‘is a welcome intervention, and much better argued than his recent book, The Coming Wave.

It could be argued that it’s also a good way to put some clear blue water between OpenAI, Anthropic, Google and Meta, all of which are hell-bent on giving us new token-based pals who are fun to be with, and his current employer Microsoft and the trusty but personality-free Copilot sidekick, helpful but in no way a likely boyfriend, but that doesn’t invalidate the argument.

What Suleyman is arguing is that the current design of chatbots is designed to exploit vulnerabilities in human psychology in order to lock themselves into people’s lives, and that doing this is a bad idea and should stop. Because just as certain visual illusions, like those of MC Escher or the Land Effect, are impossible not to see as they are hard-coded into our perceptual apparatus, certain emotional illusions around interactions with non-sentient actors are impossible not to feel.

We failed to address these issues when we allowed social media and social platforms to use the same intermittent reinforcement systems that make gambling so problematic, and Suleyman argues that we have a space within which we could do something about the design of interactive LLM-based services to ensure that they don’t exploit a parallel set of unpatched vulnerabilites.

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Remembering VJ Day

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At noon today, in half an hour, there will be a two minute silence to mark VJ Day, the eightieth anniversary of the surrender of Japan and the effective end of World War Two

It doesn’t get the same attention as the end of the war in Europe but it matters to me and my family. My mother in law, now in her late eighties, was in Hong Kong when it fell to the Japanese. Her father was imprisoned in a PoW camp. She was sent with her mother and two brothers to Stanley Internment Camp. She was there for four years.

So I will pause to remember those who fought, those who died, those who were imprisoned, those who suffered. And I’ll reflect on today and how willing we seem to entertain the possibilities of similar suffering and pain.
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King’s Parade: two hundred metres of my history

Looking down King's Parade in Cambridge. with Bull staircase visible
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I arrived to study at Cambridge University forty-six years ago, in 1979, and moved into a room at St Catharine’s College, or Catz. It was Bull 51, a room at the top of Bull Hostel under a leaded roof, looking out over King’s Parade (the one marked in the photo above).

Three years later I graduated in the Senate House on the other end of King’s Parade and two years later I picked up my Diploma in Computer Science from the same spot. That was forty years ago. Later that year I started work as a programmer at Bensasson & Chalmers in offices above the Lunn Poly travel agency at 6 King’s Parade. about half-way between the two. It was my first job in computing and I learned to code in C on UNIX systems, working with databases.

6 King's Parade, office of Bensasson and Chalmers in 1985
6 King’s Parade, office of Bensasson and Chalmers in 1985

As I look back, it seems that much of my life has involved moving up and down the same street. When I left B&C after two years I worked for Acorn Computers, in the famous Silver Building on Cherry Hinton Road but I kept the King’s Parade connection, as Acorn’s first office had been the B&C office at 6 King’s Parade, after Sinclair Research moved out.

In my years working for Instruction Set, PIPEX, The Guardian and then freelancing until I joined the BBC in 2009 I spent a lot of time around the centre of Cambridge. There were some great pubs, and twenty years or so ago I started going to a cafe just off King’s Parade, on St Edward’s Passage. Over the years Indigo and its proprietor Claire have been woven into my life, and Claire has done so much for my family, as well as keeping me supplied with excellent coffee. And cake.

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