Against functionalism: a self dialogue

Context: I had two clashing intuitions on functionalism. This self-dialogue is me exploring them for my own sake.

S: It makes no sense to believe in functionalism. Like, why would the causal graph of a conscious mind be conscious?

A: Something determines whether you’re conscious. So if you draw out that causal graph, and replicate it, how would that structure know it isn’t conscious?

S: That’s silly. The causal graph of a bat hitting a ball might describe momentum and position, but if you re-create that graph elsewhere (e.g. on a computer or some re-scaled version of the system) it won’t have that momentum or velocity.

A: OK, so you’re right that you can’t just take anything with an arbitrary property, find its causal structure at some suitably high-level of abstraction, and recreate those properties by making something with that same causal structure. But! You can with some things, e.g. computations of computations are computations.

S: Even that’s not true. A fast computation running in a simulation could be arbitrarily slow.

A: Sure, not literally every property gets ported over. I never claimed it did. You’re invoking properties outside context of the computation’s causal graph for that, though! Like, you don’t describe a given computation with its real running time, when considered as a pure computation. Instead, you consider its time complexity, its description length etc. And those are the same within the simulation as outside.

S: And? You can’t stop whatever physical processes run consciousness from invoking out-of-context properties.

A: OK, let me switch tacks here. Do you claim that, if I started replacing neurons in your brain with stuff that is functionally the same, wrt. the causal graph of consciousness, you’d feel no difference? You’d still be conscious in the same way?

S: I don’t deny that.

A: Doesn’t that mean I win?

S: No! Because it may be that the only thing which is “functionally the same” are other neurons. In which case, who cares? Simulated utopia is dead.

A: I can’t see why you’d expect that to be plausible.

S: I can’t see why you expect that to be implausible.

A: Seems we’re at an impasse, with irreconcilable intuitions.

S: A tale older than time immemorial.

A: Next time we meet, I’ll have a Gedankenexperiment you won’t be able to beat.

S: I look forward to it.