I generally share a lot with my laptop; I used it to write and rewrite this text.
I know it hasn't seen my drafts. Still, I feel conflicted about John Searle's
persistent claim that computers cannot gain consciousness nor can they be truly
intelligent (especially since he doesn't rule rule out the possibility in the future).
The reflection (or extension) of myself I keep seeing in this device I so intimately
work with makes me question why, ultimately, it would be so much stranger for plastic,
lithium and metal to have consciousness than it is for my own flesh, blood and bone.
screen captures on a MacBook Air model 2018 | 15" display | intervention – 2019