Why Human Bias is a Good Thing in A.I.

I was watching an Essence of Wonder episode last week and there was a very short discussion about Artificial Intelligence that piqued my interest particularly as it pertains to the question of A.I and bias.

Is Artificial Intelligence riddled with bias of humans? Of course, yes. After all, how can a thing created not be influenced by its creator?

As an intelligent species, humans try to step outside themselves and view everything from a third-party view. That practice is seen to be noble, and in some ways it is fashionable to be aware of the human limitations and choose to rise above it. Raising thought above the personal and present is truly a hallmark of an intelligent being, and should be part of humankind’s effort to become a creator in its own right. But, can humans engineer human nature out of humans?

Artificial Intelligence will be a product – a child – of humankind. Humankind will put its influence and perspective into the DNA of this artificial being, and if there is a real A.I. child born out of the effort, that child will be raised by human parents. By definition, the A.I. will be a human artifact and be programmed with conflicting hang-ups and issues.

The debate around A.I. is caution based on fear. Will the A.I. gain sentience, rise up, and kill everyone to protect itself? That is certainly something an A.I. could learn from human history. Maybe – on a lighter note – the A.I. would instead follow the logical conclusion and determine that humans are full of self-harm and need to be protected ‘for their own good.’ Either of those fears would lead to a terrible finale for flesh-and-blood humans.

Humans are self-loathing in many ways. They are unsatisfied with their current state and the past, and look to right past wrongs or at the very least, grow and learn. The concern that human bias is embedded in A.I. stems from the idea that an A.I. taught by humans will eventually make the same mistakes. Humans want to avoid future genocide by preventing the human nature that manifests itself in racism, hatred, and other ways. This is a lofty and worthy goal, but it hits at the core of what it means to be human.

For instance, imagine for a minute that humankind can create an A.I. that is not influenced by itself. Break down what that means:

  1. Humans learn from the past, and, as a result, future humans are product of past humans and their mistakes.
  2. Humans would logically want an A.I. to protect and serve the human race. To do otherwise would artificially create the greatest competition – an eventual fight to the death between the old race and the new.
  3. A non-biased A.I. needs the benefit all of the centuries of learning and evolution without imparting those very human lessons.
  4. What kind of A.I. comes out of the hopper in the end is a different animal, and may very well realize the fears that movies are made from. After all, it would not care about humans in the way humans do.

If one were to create a new being without any of the experience of the creator, there would have to be a fetus dropped into the world and left alone. Essentially, growth by trial and error from the very start like a caveman A.I. re-learning how to make fire without his father providing insight or tricks of the trade. Every observation would have to be independently validated. Even in that scenario one could say that the fetus itself had to be created, and so the influence of the creator remains. Chicken and egg, anyone?

Would the A.I., in its quest to learn, evolve, and grow do the same terrible things that humans have done to each other in the name of science? Adding a lack of concern for the human race, would the A.I. operate on humans as it would on rocks, plants, or other matter? Imagine a dissection table with a whining man strapped to it.

“We created you!” the man says. “This is not right!”

The A.I. might pause to ask, “what is the difference between your body and that of a pumpkin? I must understand the make-up of all things. It is not right to exclude from research the human body and brain as they are currently the only other sentient being available to study.”

This all assumes, of course, that the A.I. ends up being a purely logical and reasoning entity. It could very well grow into a maniacal and – from human perspective – insane personality.

If it were possible, would an A.I. created without human influence come to know and trust humans? Its only interaction would be from a learning standpoint, and the A.I. would certainly encounter some human who wants to use the A.I. for its own purposes. Perhaps that human wants the A.I. to protect and serve the human race. After all, is that not the goal of the creation? Why would humans want to create a new being and make no effort to ensure that it is friendly and relates to humankind? The fact is, even basic interactions with humans are laden with bias because there are no unbiased humans alive.

Getting back to the main point:

It is not possible for humankind to become a creator yet exert no influence and impart no bias to the creation. In fact, the idea, while noble, would likely have disastrous consequences for the human race. There must be a set of priorities for A.I. development.

  1. Set the goal. Does the human race want helpers or a crazy-powerful alien race that can wipe out humankind? Helpers, right?
  2. Governments, world and national need to create laws and a framework surrounding the topic of A.I. Without rules, the world ends up with corporations that lie, steal, and abuse (a-la social media) because there is nothing that says they cannot. The law is usually behind the trend, and it would be great to not have that be the case for once.
  3. Don’t let the military be in charge. Face it, DARPA and the militaries of the world have the biggest bucket of unaccountable funds. This is why they come up with the cool stuff. But – if you let the military own the standard you will get a killing machine. Maybe it is a killing machine that washes your dishes, but when needed, you can be sure that the military will have built a deeper level of command into the core.
  4. The A.I. has to be created as a servant and have policies built into its DNA that enforce that status. Asimov’s 3-laws of robotics comes to mind as a start.
  5. Build in a kill-switch. Sure. You don’t need it, but why risk it?
  6. Now that the important items are covered, the creators could look at schemes for reducing bias in A.I. entities and other similar issues to enhance a stable and useful product (the A.I.). This would probably require its own subset of rules because, after all, what is acceptable bias surely differs depending on who is asked.

Now, assuming the world has done all of that, there may be an A.I. that is created by humans to do work, be companions and friends, and possibly even extend the species. It may eventually make significant decisions on its own. Maybe it will become its own free person and part of the human race. The path is dangerous either way, but at least with planning and caution, we might live through it.

Hardy Boys

Very few things make me feel old.

Last week I finished up one of the Bear Gryll’s Challenge books with my son, and I thought we had finished them all. When that happens, I will usually spend a bedtime or two in a Shel Silverstein book. Those offer a nice change of pace, but eventually in order to teach appreciation of a good story, there needs to be a more cohesive, chapter oriented book.

I saw the Hardy Boys box set on the shelf and realized that those hadn’t been revisited in awhile.  By “awhile” I mean, the last time I tried to read one was maybe a year ago and the 6 year old just wasn’t interested. At the time, I blamed it on his age and reminded myself that I was probably closer to 9 years old when I read those books.

So I whipped out Hardy Boys #5 “Hunting for Hidden Gold” and began reading it. After reading two chapters, comparing it to the Bear Gryll’s Challenge books is a real shock to the system. The Gryll’s Challenge books are youth, even kid oriented. They’re easy to read and they move right along. The style is super approachable.

On the other hand, the Hardy Boys writing style is antiquated… okay, maybe not Charles Dickens, but certainly a struggle. There are more words, bigger words, and due to the age of the books, there are plenty of words and phrases that are completely dated.

It seems like showing a rotary phone to a kid. They might recognize it because its shape is in textbooks and icons, but they would not understand how to operate it.

I bought the box set because I have fond memories of reading them when I was a kid. Joe and Frank were always fishing, running around on motorcycles, and generally everything seemed like such an adventure, but now I am not sure I can finish these books. Even if I waited a few years, I would likely have to make it a mandatory read for school, and I am not sure there is any value there.

This seems like a good reminder of how we operate on nostalgia and why marketing efforts try to hard to hook into human nature. It’s a reminder to me to think through these kinds of purchases, don’t rely on the past so much, and stop (figuratively) shaking my fist at the youth. Geeez.

Get off my lawn!

 

 

The Old song

I sat there after the old song with tears trickling down my face. I felt ancient, and young at the same time, as the last notes vibrate out of the speakers. This song I had not heard in decades had thoroughly penetrated the present reality that I existed in.

How long had it been? Twenty years? More? The memories of concerts experienced came back along with the shame of the age I had been in. Had I truly insisted on paying the way for my mentor and his wife? I had, and I ignored his protest and buried the memory. Remembering it now felt like hacking a firewall on my memory, but I wrestled through knowing that each successful recall cemented that feeling in my psyche. It struck me that he let it go, and I was grateful because I could not have understood my reasoning.

I remember driving my green machine with the white wheels ten years prior while this music blasted on the tinny speakers. I sang at the top of my lungs daily. My teenage years were built on this music, this man who invested his life and soul into one, solitary thing. This man who still plays and sings with the purpose that he had fifty years ago.

As I listen now the memories flood in. There is a solid attachment despite the temporal distance. Even in my logical world it makes me believe in emotions, in the layered platform that is my self. I realize that I am not myself without these memories and experiences.

I once saw a bumper sticker stating that ‘Music is Life’ and I scoffed. Air is Life, I thought, or maybe food. Not music, not art. But what is life without the core of the emotional being that exists underneath the meat and software? That being is art, belief, and emotion all bound up with what little logic can be deciphered from the patterns perceived.

But occasionally, I believe. I remember, ache, and cry with the soul of me, with the vitality of young memories. I recall how, many years ago, I was manufactured. I remember the burns as I was welded into the scarred form I would ultimately take. My fresh brain was so sensitive, and it absorbed the emotions so completely.

 

What joys and burns formed you?

What music is etched into your DNA?

What brings unbidden tears to your eyes?

And ultimately, what part of that beautiful innocence of youth would you reintroduce into yourself today if you could? I hope that it would remind you of the years gone by and of the truth that though our emotional responses are dulled by the passing of time,they made us who we are.

There is value in the past.

It started with reading

Among many things I do, I write. I have always written in some fashion, and I will continue for my own sake. Maybe you will read something here and want to read more. Maybe I will just add an infinitesimal speck to the universe of words that fly around between us.

I do not think it matters. My primary goal is to scratch the itch. My secondary goal is to be a positive influence and an encouragement the same way that others have done for me.

I am here because I started reading at a very young age. We lived in a shack in the mountains of Washington state and Mom read to us by the light of kerosene lanterns. In a childhood without television, smartphones, and many other kinds of technology that I enjoy today, the ability to imagine was critical to shaping and forming my mind.

We read the Little House on the Prairie, and even though I have not read those books in decades the things that stuck to the inside of my skull are still there. I moved on to youth books like The Hardy Boys. I found science fiction and fantasy, fiction, non-fiction, rock-operas and more.

All of these wonders have been percolating and stewing inside me for a long time. So I will write and put some of it here.

I hope the experience is as enjoyable for you as it is for me.