Listened to this on LeVar Burton Read’s. There’s something that LeVar does, which is to take a pretty solid and good story and make it amazing. Something about the way he narrates it and the musical cues and—well, just the whole production. It’s wonderful. This story is probably great in print. But, I really enjoyed it through the audio narration.
I also have a soft spot for stories about uploading consciousness and life beyond death through technological approaches. It really gets down to the philosophical questions of identity: Who are we? If we are constantly shifting, how do we pinpoint the “Self”? If what goes on in our brain is just neurons firing, electrical impulses shooting around, can we replicate that? Can we upload things like personality? Can we extrapolate? Can our “personality” be contaminated by other factors? How can we take something that is essentially inert (like a recording) and animate it and make it “alive”—with all the complex qualities of a person?
Is our understanding of others, even close others, just an interpretation? Would we even be able to recognize someone after so many years—and can we recognize someone as ‘themselves’ if they are uploaded, or is it just a projection of what we think of them? I think it’s also a lot about human growth and development… is there an underlying core self that can be identified and replicated upon which the stratum of growth sits? Is it cumulative like that… that if we dig down deep enough, we’ll find the core thing that makes us us? Or are we just constantly shedding and creating cells and constantly shedding and creating ourselves over and over again so that there really is no real sense of continuity, just an imagined one we impose upon ourselves to make the narrative whole and smooth?
Are we just an accumulation present selves/neurons firing or is there something gestaltic about ourselves that make us more than the sum of our parts?
Anyway, lots of questions. Not to mention ones of life and death.
This story is about a daughter trying to identify whether this AI which is supposed to be a replica of the Mom can actually answer questions in a way the daughter would deem is Mom-like enough to be Mom. All these philosophical questions arise. There’s questions of recognition, awareness and interaction… Can she even recognize the Mom as Mom, coming from the perspective of a daughter, or is her own understanding of ‘what Mom would think’ colored by her perspective and maybe false?
It gets at these pithy concepts about life, growth, identity and stasis vs. change. There was also humor to it and a kind of honesty. You could tell that this Mom was really a character.
I’m listening to this on the anniversary of my Mom’s passing, and it’s only an inadvertent coincidence that the theme resonates. It just happens to be the newest story out on LeVar Burton Reads and one that appeals to me because of the uploading consciousness theme. But, it brings up my own thoughts about my mom, during this day in which the Earth has orbited around the sun once after the moment of her passing. I have a recording of her voice from one of the conversations I had with her maybe within a year or so of her death. It was about math and grocery shopping, and you can hear her vivacity and her unique personality; her playfulness and her pride at her own skills—and her thoughts about me and interacting with me. I can’t imagine trying to take this recording and generating the wholeness of Mom that would be Mom from it. How do you capture all the incongruous aspects of us that makes us us? I think humans can be pretty inconsistent… I mean, even if we have general demeanors and dispositions, we’re multifaceted, complex and at different circumstances in our lives act and think in different ways. We face an array of stimuli and juggle competing thoughts, obligations and emotions. We snip away at the timeline of our lives and curate the overarching narrative to reduce cognitive dissonance and increase whatever factor we want to ring true at that moment in our life as to be compatible with everything that’s going on at that very moment. I think it would be hard to capture that roundedness, that richness, those disjunctures in a simulation.
Hard, but perhaps not impossible someday?
Or at least a simulation close enough to fool close family? (And is that the right litmus test?)
Anyway, a thought-provoking read and very timely for me.
4/5
Quotes and remarks:
“A small variation in the elements of the thought matrix is assumed not to alter who she is fundamentally, her core way of thinking. But, like a heap of rice from which grains are removed one by one, over and over again, eventually all the rice will be gone and the heap will then obviously be a heap no more. As the process proceeds, is it even possible to know when the heap stops being, essentially, a heap? When it becomes something else? Does it ever? Who decides how many grains of rice define a heap? Is it still a heap even when only a few grains of rice are all that remain of it? No? Then when exactly did it change from a heap of rice to a new thing that is not a heap of rice? When did this recording-of-my-mother change to not-a-recording-of-my-mother?”
—A question of the “quantum” or “quorum” or “critical mass” of a gestaltic whole of a person or thing or concept
“I’m not even made of the exact same molecules as I was forty years ago. Nothing is constant. We are all in flux.”
—Brings up the question of continuity and disjuncture; the shedding of molecules (of a physical self) as a way to consider the conscious self or totality of self (and whether that had been ‘replaced’ over the years)