I see myself taking the hand of my friendly grown-up
seed-AI-become-Power and walking directly into the land of
superintelligence, discarding or epiphenomenalizing any parts of myself
that turn out to be unnecessary. I honestly believe there's something
worth doing, something worth being, on the other side; that there *is* a
better way, that it's possible to win completely, let intelligence
specify a world without evil. And if so, there's no point in clutching
at the way things happened to turn out.
Even taking it slow, I'd undoubtedly wind up in the same place in a few
thousand subjective years. There's no point in waiting. It's not the
rational thing to do. Even here, it's possible to look at the world...
and let go.
I've accepted that I'm leaving this place.
I've said my goodbyes.
Have you?
--
sentience@pobox.com Eliezer S. Yudkowsky
http://pobox.com/~sentience/beyond.html
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