Wasn’t an objection to these kinds of GLUTs that you’d basically have to make them by running countless actual, conscious copies of Aunt Bertha and record their incremental responses to each possible conversation chain? So you would be in a sense talking with a real, conscious human, although they might be long dead when you start indexing the table.
Though since each path is just a recording of a live person, it wouldn’t agree with being a GLUT unless the Aunt Bertha copies used to build the table would have been briefed earlier about just why they are being locked in a featureless white room and compelled to have conversation with the synthetic voice speaking mostly nonsense syllables at them from the ceiling.
(We can do the “the numbers are already ridiculous, so what the hell” maneuver again here, and replace strings of conversation with the histories of total sensory input Aunt Bertha’s mind can have received at each possible point in her life at a reasonable level of digitization, map these to a set of neurochemical outputs to her muscles and other outside-world affecting bits, and get a simulacrum we can put in a body with similar sensory capabilities and have it walking around, probably quite indistinguishable from the genuine, Turing-complete article. Although this would involve putting the considerably larger number of Bertha-copies used to build the GLUT into somewhat more unpleasant situations than being forced to listen to gibberish for ages.)
Wasn’t an objection to these kinds of GLUTs that you’d basically have to make them by running countless actual, conscious copies of Aunt Bertha and record their incremental responses to each possible conversation chain? So you would be in a sense talking with a real, conscious human, although they might be long dead when you start indexing the table.
Though since each path is just a recording of a live person, it wouldn’t agree with being a GLUT unless the Aunt Bertha copies used to build the table would have been briefed earlier about just why they are being locked in a featureless white room and compelled to have conversation with the synthetic voice speaking mostly nonsense syllables at them from the ceiling.
(We can do the “the numbers are already ridiculous, so what the hell” maneuver again here, and replace strings of conversation with the histories of total sensory input Aunt Bertha’s mind can have received at each possible point in her life at a reasonable level of digitization, map these to a set of neurochemical outputs to her muscles and other outside-world affecting bits, and get a simulacrum we can put in a body with similar sensory capabilities and have it walking around, probably quite indistinguishable from the genuine, Turing-complete article. Although this would involve putting the considerably larger number of Bertha-copies used to build the GLUT into somewhat more unpleasant situations than being forced to listen to gibberish for ages.)