The Chinese Room

Creeds and schools in abeyance.

Trippers and askers in abeyance.

All machinery puts to scorn the narrowest hinge in my finger.

The most intricate machinery is more complex than a joint of a finger.

Come, my boys and girls, my women, household and intimates,

and join the intricate machinery.

 

If you want me again, don’t look for me under your boot-soles.

The advent of AI, malevolent or friendly,

that mimics the human mind,

a random process where the future is independent on the past

given the present.