Lemming

Hm,

I'd suppose and AI can acquire, store, consider, re-appropriate,

Example,

AI is designed to avoid danger,

And given various sensory devices, such as temperature, visual, damage to self,

It encounters something red, temperature has increased, self has melted a bit, (Fire)

It now avoids red,

It encounters something red despite attempts to avoid, temperature does not increase, self is not melting, (Red flower)

It now associates temperature of X levels with danger.

I argue this is not sentience, consciousness, life as we generally know it.

But then, I'm not sure 'quite where sentience and consciousness 'are.

Even many mentally challenged humans, society attribute sentience, consciousness, I think.

Though some individuals do not support animal rights, chimps, dolphins,

They do support human rights.

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Sub-conscious data. . .

Hm, I am unsure of your definition of sub-conscious,

By definition, once we are aware of something, does it not become data we are conscious of?

I suppose one could try to plan for unforeseen influencers, that they never become aware of, yet hinder or help.

Of data people sometimes call unconscious,

I'd suggest humanity has become aware of many,

Whether in self contemplation or recorded scientific study.

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Programmed to die,

Well, 'might be the nature of existence/universe/material, I'm unsure,

Certainly no one has 'yet discovered a philosophers stone, life elixir,

Though science has increased life expectancy at large, by solving some issues,

Still, what human lives to 200 years?

. . .

There 'are long lived animals that live longer than humans,

So one can suppose humans might be bred to live longer,

Perhaps genetic or cyborg engineering upon the self could also extend,

Though there is still a problem,

Forgetting.

By this I mean memory,

There is a video game called Kenshi, in it are some AI robots,

They need to eventually 'reset themselves to their factory setting start eventually,

Or they start to go crazy,

Whether this is due to too much information or decay of information, I cannot say,

But even of computers, I have not seen any immortal.

Rambling a bit here.

. . .

I think that's a workable definition of morality,

But it still runs into the problem of humans,

Our belief in meaning, importance,

Though bodily reflexes may act,

Or the conscious mind look away,

To 'lack that meaning, truth, ought. Hurts, perhaps.

"Singapore is able to have nice things in part because they execute drug dealers by hanging and arrest even petty vandals and thieves and beat them with a cane until they bleed. We don't have nice things because we aren't willing to do what is required to maintain them."

Well this is disappointing, though not unexpected.

My 2nd brother got out of jail recently,

Had spoken while in there, that he wants to get off drugs,

First time he's said that.

So my mother, eldest brother, and I, offered him a place to live, if he did not use drugs, and would piss in a cup.

Went alright for about a week,

Though the effects of past drug use are still upon him,

Influencing his ideas, mannerisms, as he presumably did no drugs in jail for a while,

But 'years of use and their effect. . .

Still he did not use any drugs for a week while with us.

His teeth are a wreck from drug use,

One of the ways we've been trying to help, is set him up with a dentist,

But it's a long wait, antibiotics he has now,

But extraction, dentures, a time away.

But this morning I am awoken by my eldest brother,

He and my mother had found my 2nd brother on the couch, seemingly in pain, making noises,

They found an aerosol of Dr Clean,

When they called the number on the can, my brother became upset, violent, threatening, thought they were calling the cops,

Stated a desire to punch my eldest brother in the face, threatened with a golf club, broke a shelf, then broke the club,

Left the house when they began calling the cops.

34 degrees outside,

It's six in the morning, he's not come back yet.

. . .

And now he has come back,

Angry, demanding to be let in,

Saying it is our fault for calling the police,

Saying he is honest, straightforward, has done nothing wrong,

First demands all his stuff so he can just go before the police arrive again,

Then as we are packing his stuff, he, still outside, keeps demanding what he did wrong,

Eventually my mother and eldest brother decide on getting him a motel, for a day or two,

Reasoning it will give all more time to think, cool down, though they expect

I'll pay a third towards the price,

And there he is, for a day or two, looks like.

. . .

Three options have been decided upon, by my mother, eldest brother and I.

One

He can admit his fault, in using, in destruction, in threatening, go to weekly therapy,

And we'll try again.

Two,

He goes to rehab, and we're willing to let him stay with us, try again, under the same conditions as option one.

Three,

We'll drive him and his stuff back to our hometown, where he lived before coming to our house,

We'll buy him a tent, and keep trying to help him, but from a distance,

Though still, if he just goes to rehab, therapy, we'll try again.