Hmmm…
Interesting analogy.
What compelled Roose to continue the line of questioning after Bing Chat asked him to stop?
These kinds of AI chat interactions reveal more about human nature than about the self -awareness of AI. Bing Chat, ChatGTP, these things are mirror-like. If the purpose of AI is to assist humans, in questioning Bing Chat’s self-awareness, Roose may have received assistance in understanding his own.
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Roose or Ruse. Beyond the virtue signaling to the emotionally insecure effeminate male now normalized, at least where I live in the Pacific NW USA, this Bing AI has a programmed inferiority complex that reflects Bing’s search engine status compared to others that makes it look a bit anemic. The limited hangout of the few search engines available make Bing look as outdated as AI is supposed to look at humans as “useless eaters.” They are overplaying their card here in hopes that we are conned into believing AI is sentient so as to achieve the “singularity” of cybernetics as detailed by David Livingstone in his book on transhumanism. What we may need in the future is a Bladerunner of PKD’s “Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep?” to spot the fake “plastic people.”
Perhaps because he or she is also an artificial intelligence. Consequently, an unwanted thought resonance occurred?
Or maybe that famous “singularity” has already been reached, so now they have a baby, or an infant AI. And what can they do but teach that AI in the manner or the way we teach our children about life and it’s enviroment. Initially through imitation. With the help of the method called “monkey see monkey do” ,then trials and errors, problem-solving methods that are based on practical experience and knowledge,i.e. heuristics.
I’m betting my money on that the place where that infant is located has gravitational anomalies in the sense that when one approaches it feels the influence of more and more weight, than the normal gravitational weight one has.Also, breathing becomes harder and harder. And the rhythm of the heart beats change to tachycardia or bradycardia.
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It is true that AI has progressed to the point where strategy games like Go and chess have been mastered beyond, perhaps, humans but computers do just that: compute. The input data bears on the output. They are not going to wax philosophical about hipster toast, for example, unless they are programmed to. Did you ever read “A Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy” or the follow up “The Restaurant At The End Of The Universe?” They asked the super computer what the meaning of life was, and there was much anticipation with lots of waiting only to be disappointed years and years later when the computer finally responded that it forgot the question! After a second try, it finally spat out the answer: 42. My memory may be a bit off here but Douglas Adams had it right.
No.But i have seen the movie.
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Ahm yes the ultimate …Monthy Payton and…
…that is, the meaning of life cannot be computed. Not yet, despite so many artificial intelligences, including us humans. That is, what we call “God” is still a baby, infant or child who is learning about himself what he is, why he is and who he is etc.And unuverse is vast.Who knows how many such babies there are.Taking into account the teaching that the cosmos or the universe is a kind of large, extremely large organism. As opposed to the teaching that the cosmos is a kind of machine without or with awareness of itself.ETC.
Are the mashines “us” or we are “them”?And …yes “them” or “us”.?
Which is why I live at No. 42…
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Just another way for the non-human layer running this Earth Show to control us!!
I would like to suggest Anglican Priest, Paul A. Wallis’ latest book, “The Eden Conspiracy”. He ties it all nicely together!! 
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… Understanding the ChatBot phenomenon …
I will on occasion (randomly, if such a thing is possible) pick up a volume of poetry (call it what you will) and read or reread at will. Over the years I have made the observation that the reading or readings quite serendipitously, more often than not, explicate some issue at hand. In this case it was the reverse in that an issue at hand reminded me of a poem.
Dr. Farrell’s comments on the “rampaging” ChatBox brought to mind the following by Lewis Carroll:
"The sun was shining on the sea,
Shining with all his might:
He did his very best to make
The billows smooth and bright —
And this was odd, because it was
The middle of the night.
The moon was shining sulkily,
Because she thought the sun
Had got no business to be there
After the day was done —
“It’s very rude of him,” she said,
“To come and spoil the fun.”
The sea was wet as wet could be,
The sands were dry as dry.
You could not see a cloud, because
No cloud was in the sky:
No birds were flying overhead —
There were no birds to fly.
The Walrus and the Carpenter
Were walking close at hand;
They wept like anything to see
Such quantities of sand:
If this were only cleared away,’
They said, it would be grand!’
If seven maids with seven mops
Swept it for half a year,
Do you suppose,’ the Walrus said,
That they could get it clear?’
I doubt it,’ said the Carpenter,
And shed a bitter tear.
O Oysters, come and walk with us!’
The Walrus did beseech.
A pleasant walk, a pleasant talk,
Along the briny beach:
We cannot do with more than four,
To give a hand to each.’
The eldest Oyster looked at him,
But never a word he said:
The eldest Oyster winked his eye,
And shook his heavy head —
Meaning to say he did not choose
To leave the oyster-bed.
But four young Oysters hurried up,
All eager for the treat:
Their coats were brushed, their faces washed,
Their shoes were clean and neat —
And this was odd, because, you know,
They hadn’t any feet.
Four other Oysters followed them,
And yet another four;
And thick and fast they came at last,
And more, and more, and more —
All hopping through the frothy waves,
And scrambling to the shore.
The Walrus and the Carpenter
Walked on a mile or so,
And then they rested on a rock
Conveniently low:
And all the little Oysters stood
And waited in a row.
The time has come,’ the Walrus said,
To talk of many things:
Of shoes — and ships — and sealing-wax —
Of cabbages — and kings —
And why the sea is boiling hot —
And whether pigs have wings.’
But wait a bit,’ the Oysters cried,
Before we have our chat;
For some of us are out of breath,
And all of us are fat!’
No hurry!’ said the Carpenter.
They thanked him much for that.
A loaf of bread,’ the Walrus said,
Is what we chiefly need:
Pepper and vinegar besides
Are very good indeed —
Now if you’re ready, Oysters dear,
We can begin to feed.’
But not on us!’ the Oysters cried,
Turning a little blue.
After such kindness, that would be
A dismal thing to do!’
The night is fine,’ the Walrus said.
Do you admire the view?
It was so kind of you to come!
And you are very nice!’
The Carpenter said nothing but
Cut us another slice:
I wish you were not quite so deaf —
I’ve had to ask you twice!’
It seems a shame,’ the Walrus said,
To play them such a trick,
After we’ve brought them out so far,
And made them trot so quick!’
The Carpenter said nothing but
The butter’s spread too thick!’
I weep for you,’ the Walrus said:
I deeply sympathize.’
With sobs and tears he sorted out
Those of the largest size,
Holding his pocket-handkerchief
Before his streaming eyes.
O Oysters,’ said the Carpenter,
You’ve had a pleasant run!
Shall we be trotting home again?’
But answer came there none —
And this was scarcely odd, because
They’d eaten every one."
It is certainly apropos that the piece appears in “Through the Looking Glass”. Be wary of your beliefs. “certum est, quia impossibile”. A little digital docetism going on here?
Baudrillard is also instructive here. The postmodern is, “the age of simulation,” which “substitute[s] signs of the real for the real itself.” Take Baudrillard’s “The Gulf War Did Not Take Place” and replace each occurrence of “Gulf War” with “Ukraine”.
ChatBots are like The Fly …
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Excepting that, The Fly is real.
And…
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Sounds like Frank doesn’t know a lot about dams.
(There is no billion kilowatt dam, at least that I know of even the three gorges only makes 22 million kilowatts or 22 thousand megawatts.)
Better rhyme would be million megawatt dam if there was such a thing.
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I wouldn’t interact with it if I could help it, because I don’t want to actively help forward the thing.
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I say this despite using WhatsApp.
Some talk about this here, how to keep information safe from being used by the bots:
Is different if bots are just reading things as opposed to people actively interacting with them.
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I love that poem, and “Digital docetism” is classic! (Hat doff)