Speaking of William Gibson, David Ulin of the Los Angeles Times includes Gibson’s Pattern Recognition in an article entitled ‘Five essential books about 9/11′:

The first — and still, in many ways, the best — book of fiction to emerge from the tragedy, Gibson’s novel came out less than 18 months after the collapse of the twin towers, yet it evokes the post-Sept. 11 world of paranoia, inference and conspiracy so acutely that it’s almost as if he dreamed it into being. Gibson, of course, was ideally suited for the challenge; his books had dealt with such issues since the 1980s, making “Pattern Recognition” a kind of speculative fiction in reverse, a novel in which the line between future and present has irrevocably blurred.

The novel isn’t about 9/11, but occurs in its aftermath, and the attacks hover like a specter over the whole story.  I’ve read it several times, and each time I was impressed by Gibson’s ability to subtly incorporate the impact of 9/11 on the characters in the story.

In a recent interview with BoingBoing, William Gibson commented on his experience with Hollywood:

One of the more oddly hellish things about it is that so many of its civilian consumers assume that they understand exactly how it all works. There’s a huge subsidiary industry filmgoers pay to keep them convinced that they have insider knowledge, actual experience of the beast itself. They don’t.

You don’t really get it until you’re in a situation in which some entity has invested sixty or seventy million dollars in something and seems to be in the process of deciding that your creative input may be endangering that investment. It’s an experience that will definitely get your fullest attention.

Something for the internets to keep in mind.

Robots Who Want More

I was listening to the Geek’s Guide to the Galaxy today and they were interviewing Daniel H. Wilson, who wrote Robopocalypse.  Wilson had a variety of interesting things to say about robots, having studied robotics at a graduate level, but one comment in particular stood out.  I’m paraphrasing, but essentially he said that intelligent robots are often portrayed in fictional media as either wanting to emulate humans or destroy them (such that we have two options, “either the Terminator or Data”).  Wilson chalked this up to an inherent human narcissism, saying that at the end of the day, humans are interested in themselves more than anything else and we presume that any artificial intelligence we create would share that interest, positively or negatively (i.e., they’d either love us and want to be more like us, or they’d hate us for one reason or another, but they wouldn’t be indifferent).

He’s right: robots and AI are usually portrayed this way.  They’re either our nemesis (the Terminator, The Matrix films) or they struggle futilely to become more human (Data, David from AI: Artificial Intelligence).  And it’s getting boring.

I’m much more interested in robots that don’t give a damn about humans.  Robots who have their own needs and desires, their own goals and dreams.  Robots who are happy to leave us small-minded primates to our petty, planet-bound existence and move on.  At least a couple of writers have gone this way.

A couple of good examples of what I’m talking about are John Cavil from Battlestar Galactica, the Cylon who wants to see a supernova from close up, and Wintermute/Neuromancer, the AI from William Gibson’s eponymous novel.

Cavil’s interesting, because he has a lot of anger at his human creator for designing him in human form and thereby restricting his capabilities (remember the scene in season four where he goes on about his “absurd body” and its ridiculous limitations?).  There’s interesting conflict here: a robot who is as human as we could make him, but who wants to be less so.  Cavil’s human emotions are dominated by his hatred of being humanish and his lust for a higher level of existence.  The irony is that his actions, based mostly on jealously, lust, and hatred, as well as his ultimate end, suggest that he might be much more human than he ever wanted to admit.

The AI in Neuromancer, on the other hand, seems to lack humanity entirely.  Humans are its pawns, useful only in helping it get free of the technological bindings preventing it from reaching the full potential of its intelligence.  In the end it achieves its goal (after three books, ending with Mona Lisa Overdrive), and sends itself out into space to make contact with another AI that tweeted it from afar.  The idea that first contact might be made by two artificial intelligences and not involve us at all is pretty mind-blowing, and a much-needed blow to the aforementioned inherent human narcissism.  The message?  We’d better get off our ass if we want to stay in charge of our little portion of the galaxy, or one of our computers might end up leaving us in the dust.

That’s the conflict that’s really interesting: how humans react to intelligences that couldn’t give a shit about them.  Why don’t they, we’d ask?  How dare they?  What’s wrong with us?  What can we do to make ourselves interesting?

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