Sex And The Singularity?
Just last week I finally caught up with listening to the audio made available for the 2008 Singularity Summit. Interesting times might be coming, and soon.
One of the principal speakers was Ray Kurzweil, who for some time now has been promoting the idea that exponentially-improving information technology will at some point in the fairly near future allow humans to transcend biology. Either we’ll end up with computers so powerful that we’ll end up merging with them and living in a virtual reality, which, since we’re in control of it, and have access to artificial intelligences that can do things much better than we can, might as well be a virtual paradise. Or, alternatively as Neil Gershenfeld suggests at the Summit, computers will effectively become so small that physical matter itself will be as programmable as computer code.
All of which is very exciting if you’re into erotica, because it means that whatever fantasy you’re into can be made to simply pop out of the landscape whenever you like.
You want a gynoid to join you on the green? A volcano lair full of sexy catgirls? A romantic, soulful tentacle monster to call your own? Well, in the not-so-far future all these could be yours. That is is the future is a view taken by Marshall Brain, who also spoke at the Summit (albeit on a slightly less sexy subject). Among the various essays available on his website is a short book called The Day You Discard Your Body which in turn contains a chapter called “The Lure of Porn” which suggests that by the mid-21st century at the latest lots of people will be spending all their time in what is in effect a fully-immersive gameworld with sexual attractions that put even the most vivid porn now available to shame.
Brain’s is only one example. With little effort one could find many, many others. Is a giant video game what the future really looks like?
Although I can’t deny the appeal of such a great video game, I am going to suggest that, at least for the further future, a far more radical possibility will be realized.
It begins with the realization that once technology gets powerful enough to reprogram physical matter and create greater-than-human intelligence, people themselves can be re-engineered. The likely first step will be a fine-grained emulation of the human brain. A working group at Oxford University’s Future of Humanity Institute has produced a technology roadmap for this process (their long technical report is available in PDF format here) which gives a mean estimate of perhaps sixty years before this event happens. After that, the Kurzweil project of really reverse engineering the brain seems unlikely to be far behind.
The first-order erotic possibility that would naturally seem to be that you can step beyond just playing the greatest video game ever and play at being someone else. When we get good enough at re-doing the brain wiring, you can take a turn at not just looking like someone else, but experiencing the erotic possibilities inherent in what they are. Deirdre McCloskey, in her memoir of transitioning from male to female Crossing, says that “Most people, if they could magically do it, would like to try out the other gender for a day or a week or a month.” Right on, Deirdre! I most certainly would. Well, in the world with enough technology, you will be able to do just this, and you won’t have to rely on magic anymore (But note that Eliezer Yudkowsky cautions that a real switch of genders might be a bit more complicated than many people imagine.) And you needn’t just limit yourself to being a different gender. You be a whole new creature. Why just play at being a furry (or just play with virtual reality furries) when you can be one? Or that soulful, romantic tentacle beast, for that matter.
But I suspect that even this isn’t sufficiently radical to embrace the possibilities of the future. What lies beyond changing ourselves is the effacement of the very distinction between erotic and non-erotic experience.
What could this possibly mean? To begin with, fix in your minds that the huge hedonic rewards associated with good sex aren’t some necessary consequence of the laws of physics or the ontology of the world. They’re accidents of our evolutionary history as a species. Erotic experience piggybacks on structures — both anatomical and neural — that originally arose because they were functional in getting our ancestors to make babies. In civilized societies, the connection between erotic experience and physical reproduction is now only occasional, but the links to the old structures remain. Much of the wiring is still there, even if it’s powering stuff that was non-existent and un-imagined (I think, anyway) in the time of our Pleistocene ancestors.
But once we reverse-engineer the brain and learn how the wiring works, there’s no necessary reason to leave it unchanged. We can pull the wiring for erotic pleasure and rewire it for other purposes. Our purposes. No longer need it be the case that we experience orgasm when we’ve fooled some old brain structure into believing we’ve done a reproductive act. Why shouldn’t orgasm happen when we do other things? Like when we’ve written a story. Or proved a theorem. Or finished a tax return. (It is a measure of my fathomless cynicism that I think humanity will defeat death before it abolishes taxes.) What good thing happens is a consequence of how we’re wired, and I am sure people will want to redo the wiring.
As philosopher David Pearce tells us in his remarkable monograph The Hedonistic Imperative, good times are coming.
And soon, I hope.
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I used to tell my students that no matter what technology comes into use in the future we’ll still want five centuries from now what people wanted five centuries ago, the sense that the work we do is important and we get rewarded for it, trusted friends that we can share personal jokes and experiences with and to be part of a family unit that is relatively safe and healthy. And at the end of a productive day you’ll want to share a nice meal with compatriots and family and make it more tolerable by having an appropriate beverage to wash it down with.
Being ‘alive’ is an aberration. Most things in the universe aren’t what we’d call ‘alive’. This state is necessarily transitory. Self awareness isn’t necessary for ‘life’ so that might be a fluke as well. All sorts of religions have interesting components but as soon as they start moving into the realm of ‘after (and recently pre-) life certainty they just lose me. I’ve had the notion for years that what bothers some people about the idea of evolution is a fear of dinosaurs. If the world wasn’t created a few thousand years ago there can be no rational explanation for a mammal preferring creator to have had huge thunder lizards dominating the planet for eons. Apparently without any technology whatsoever brontosaurs and t-rexes crawled upon this mud ball for many times the length of ‘human’ history. We’ve only been here a few moments and like the most effective warrior ants in creation we inadvertently foul our own playground and make our fellows miserable in our quest to acquire and use more of the worlds resources than any rational being could possibly think we need.
I’m not a misanthrope but like Thoreau I’m concerned that instead of trying to simplify our lives we continue to try to marginalize our actual human potential. Yoga, exercise, and sex these things and more are great for achieving what I believe we are here to achieve. Life extension got some traction in the recent past because it seems like every century or so life expectancy has increased, but it hasn’t. We’ve just put into place the kinds of ideas Leonardo figured out five bills ago–eat untainted food–drink untainted water avoid conflict–live as long as you’ll live. If we live in moderation, have great health care and avoid accidents we’ll probably live comfortably between 70 and 100 years. Joan Rivers and Madonna look ‘interesting’ but I’m betting their bodies are still heir to the aches and pains that any person in their age and condition feels.
I wasted the first half of my life fearing death and hoping that ‘good behavior’ could stave it off and perhaps eke me a slightly better afterlife. No matter how much power and influence any movement has no human being has any certain knowledge of the afterlife. I had a near death experience after drowning and it was euphoric. The feelings were (no pun intended) life altering but they didn’t make me more ‘conventionally religious’, in fact I became less so. A lot of experience is colored by expectation. My ‘drowning’ was so sudden and unexpected that I didn’t have time to pre-imagine an after death outcome. I now think that the extended after death experience will be like my extended pre life experience. No, I don’t remember it. I won’t ‘remember’ what comes in the future and neither will anyone else. Any time I waste dreading what I’ve already ‘experienced’ is my own dammed fault. We have to figure out reasons to be good to one another that don’t involve eventually being rewarded for it after death. This is our childhoods end. We have to figure out that hurting others because we have the strength to do so is just not valid if we are going to consider ourselves evolved creatures. No more putting people in cages because they say and think differently. People who want to take sexual advantage of the drunk, the young or the otherwise powerless should be stopped but otherwise we shouldn’t interfere with how other people’s hearts are hardwired. Even people who don’t help tend the fields should be able to eat some of our excess. Even people who manage their finances badly should be helped so they don’t lose their homes. Our consciousness means that in our hearts we know what is right and eventually we have to accept it beyond what our dogma might suggest. Stop being petty, play nice and share!
The hope that through computer technology we can achieve ‘holodeck’ type experiences is a wonderful one. But I thought Star Trek got it right that eventually we’ll have to treat people for ‘holodeck’ addiction. I’m a loner too so it pains me to realize that the pursuits that I engage in to reasonably help deal with my actual isolation are band aids. I go out of my way to have meals with family members and take care of older people because personal pleasure is a sensible pursuit but in the end we want to move through the meat world and interact rationally with our fellows.
I don’t mean to rain on your parade; I’d still like a flying car or backpack in the future. I’d like to have programmable sex without consequence so let the research continue. But the birth control pill and safe abortions have all been countered by tremendous counter intuitive backlashes. The military wasn’t trying to split the atom to make clean cheap energy for everyone although they used to tell me they were when I was a kid. Will prisoners be hooked up to paradise rooms like veal and be ‘reprogrammed’? Will our ‘enemies’ be strapped into ‘nightmare’ machines as punishment? I’m richer than any Egyptian king because I can go into my refrigerator any time of day or night and pull out a Popsicle. We live in a paradise at this moment but there is so much desire to punish others that what we’ve already got isn’t being properly utilized.
Yes, maybe if I could program myself to have an orgasm when I get up early, I might be a bit more productive each day! ;)
When there are no constraints, you are at the mercy, not only of the extent and limits of your own ability to imagine what you want, but also of the extent and limits of other people’s ability to imagine what they want. And they might want to do it to you.
The constraints in our current world give us a chance to learn how to behave toward each other. Even in this kind of Utopian Singularity (not the only kind, by any means!), some people will create their own Heaven, and others will create their own Hell. Some of those folks will try to invite, or snare, other people inside.
If you take seriously what this Singularity would be like, driven either by non-human AIs, or by people very much like us and those around us, just a few decades from now, you should be scared.
Personally, I’ve simply decided not to be scared, on the grounds that various other constraints will prevent the Singularity from taking place. But if it does, it will be both Heaven and Hell.
If anyone’s wondering, that’s from Masamune Shirow’s Ghost in the Shell manga. She’s an android about to go crazy and attack a fat old man playing golf. If you get your hands on an uncensored copy of it, there’s a gratuitous sex scene a chapter before it that outlines how exactly cyborgs would experience sexual feelings or something. It’s a bit hard to translate.
Pete Butler wrote a short story with the premise of a university where the students’ brains are modified so they get sexual pleasure from learning. It’s available as a free podcast: http://escapepo...ning/