Totalists All: The Brothers Keepers (was Status of Superrationality)

From: Lee Corbin (lcorbin@tsoft.com)
Date: Sun Jun 01 2003 - 15:00:40 MDT

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    Pardon me if I've got the threads mixed, and have not paid
    attention to all the arguments about this, but I'm way
    behind on the serious discussions.

    Hal writes

    > I see both the averagist and totalist positions as being too extreme to
    > be effective strategies for altruism. The averagist falls into the trap
    > that eliminating unhappy people makes the average happiness level rise.

    It's only a trap from a "non-averagist" value system. The
    averagist should defend his position, until there exists one
    one supremely happy person in the universe (whose actual
    level of happiness doesn't matter, only whose relative
    level does).

    > And the totalist falls into the corresponding error, of increasing the
    > population beyond the carrying capacity until everyone is just one step
    > from committing suicide.

    I would say no. The totalist as I conceive him, assigns negative
    values of happiness (colloquially called 'unhappiness') to those
    who are but one step away from suicide, so miserable, your implication
    is, their lives have become. Thus the totalist only wants to do
    away with those whose lives are not worth living (as they contribute
    negatively to the total). Of course, the efficient totalist will
    not let go to waste such amazingly contrived organisms as unhappy
    people, but will simply subdue their unhappiness with drugs or
    direct-wire brain stimulation.

    I once participated in an organization called the Brother's Keepers.
    We would assemble weekly and put on our robes and try to look like
    medieval monks the best we could, right down to the bare feet or
    sandals. We would also collect copious quantities of drugs that are
    known to induce great happiness in human subjects (fear of prosecution
    prevents me from being more explicit about which drugs, exactly).
    Then when we ourselves were sufficiently happy---often just from
    the prospect of what joy we were shortly to bring to people---
    we would strike.

    Several of us would usually know some person or persons who had been
    visited by great unhappiness---their girl had left them, a child had
    died, a divorce, a loss of a job, etc. We would wait until 11:00 in
    the evening, and then run through the grass barefoot or with just our
    sandals towards the residence of our intended victim. To light the
    way, at least one of us would carry a torch. A knock on the door, and
    then as soon as it opened a crack, we would all crash in. The startled
    victim would have no chance to reach the telephone and call 911, nor
    even call out before we had him bound and gagged.

    The terror in our victims eyes as he saw a bunch of crazed middle-aged
    men with the look of lunacy in their eyes can hardly be exaggerated.
    His apparent terror was hardly lessened when he saw the three inch long
    hypodermic needles that we waved in his direction, with the most gruesome
    yet happy smiles on our faces. "Resistance is futile," we would cry,
    "no one can resist the Brothers Keepers! Rejoice!". But very soon the
    terror in his eyes would be replaced by extreme ecstasy as the effect of the
    drugs set in. At this point he'd "get it". It would be excessively obvious
    to him that all his unhappiness had merely been due to the dominance of
    unfortunate chemicals in his brain, which now the sublime saints of the
    Brothers Keepers had overcome with chemicals of their own.

    In every case, so extreme was the joy visited upon our victim that tears
    of happiness would roll down his cheeks, and he would beg to join our merry
    band and proceed with us to the residence of the next unhappy person on
    our list. We were always careful to bring extra robes and pairs of sandals,
    so that the initiate could fully participate in the next glorious salvation
    (Errand of Mercy) of the evening. Finally, near dawn, with the list of
    unhappy persons exhausted, we would retire separately to our own homes,
    feeling not only the righteousness of our civilized charity, but in all
    too many cases additional happiness that stemmed from use of several of
    the chemicals that we didn't want to go to waste.

    So if you are ever really, really very unhappy, you may wish to keep it
    to yourself, or else you may receive a midnight visit from the Brothers
    Keepers.

    Lee



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