I really can’t help but correct your math: 12! would be if you could choose how to order the 12 toppings, but that’s not what you’re doing—you’re choosing a subset of them—that’s 2^12 options. Don’t worry, you were only off by five orders of magnitude.
Sorry about that.
Would we expect those who consciously learned the Dark Arts to be more or less responsible with them (that is, using them ethically) than those who are naturally skilled?
Damnit, you’re right! I suppose you could demand that the sandwich artist put your pickles on top of your tomatoes rather than vice versa, but that’s not a way to engender good customer service. I’m so rusty with my mathematics that it’s not even funny.
~Acquired vs Innate
Great question—I never thought of it like that before—and the answer is a resounding yes. One of the guys I worked with was dumb as a brick, and a conspiracy theorist to boot (he honestly believed that 2Pac was assasinated by the Bush government for criticizing Dubya on MTV… seriously) but he was absolutely amazing at the door. I never saw him at work, but some of the people who did were revolted by his methods—methods that worked.
He was like some sort of preternatural killbot, who only had one setting. He’d go on and on about what a moral person he was, but in his daily interactions he was a snake in the grass, manipulating people for his own benefit, with never an ounce of guilt for what he was doing—probably because he lacked the ability to be consciously aware of what he was doing.
Imagine an AGI which was extremely personable and ‘caring’ but ultimately brought everyone it interacted with into a deep depression. That’s him in a nutshell. I would have loathed this guy if not for the pity; he was irredemably stupid, unable to re-order his life to take advantage of his talent, and when he’s sixty years old all he’s going to have is the Canadian Pension and whatever he can mooch off of unsuspecting people—people who will love him despite the mooching.
Compared to him, somebody smart enough to learn the skill is probably going to be less destructive; the exceptions are serial killers and UAIs, but they’re going to figure this stuff out anyways.
I’ve seen how they make sandwiches; the process is approximate enough that the order doesn’t really matter. At least, not nearly as much as the choice to add or omit any particular topping would matter.
Location matters too. Around here, customers usually request toppings one at a time and watch them being added. In the UK (or at least in Leicester), I believe the typical interaction goes something like, “Salad?” followed by a negative or affirmative response.
2^12? Isn’t it 12C2 (= 66), rather than 2^12 (= 4096)? It’s 12P2 (=132) if we care about order (since there are two different ways to order any two toppings.)
I really can’t help but correct your math: 12! would be if you could choose how to order the 12 toppings, but that’s not what you’re doing—you’re choosing a subset of them—that’s 2^12 options. Don’t worry, you were only off by five orders of magnitude.
Sorry about that.
Would we expect those who consciously learned the Dark Arts to be more or less responsible with them (that is, using them ethically) than those who are naturally skilled?
~12!
Damnit, you’re right! I suppose you could demand that the sandwich artist put your pickles on top of your tomatoes rather than vice versa, but that’s not a way to engender good customer service. I’m so rusty with my mathematics that it’s not even funny.
~Acquired vs Innate
Great question—I never thought of it like that before—and the answer is a resounding yes. One of the guys I worked with was dumb as a brick, and a conspiracy theorist to boot (he honestly believed that 2Pac was assasinated by the Bush government for criticizing Dubya on MTV… seriously) but he was absolutely amazing at the door. I never saw him at work, but some of the people who did were revolted by his methods—methods that worked.
He was like some sort of preternatural killbot, who only had one setting. He’d go on and on about what a moral person he was, but in his daily interactions he was a snake in the grass, manipulating people for his own benefit, with never an ounce of guilt for what he was doing—probably because he lacked the ability to be consciously aware of what he was doing.
Imagine an AGI which was extremely personable and ‘caring’ but ultimately brought everyone it interacted with into a deep depression. That’s him in a nutshell. I would have loathed this guy if not for the pity; he was irredemably stupid, unable to re-order his life to take advantage of his talent, and when he’s sixty years old all he’s going to have is the Canadian Pension and whatever he can mooch off of unsuspecting people—people who will love him despite the mooching.
Compared to him, somebody smart enough to learn the skill is probably going to be less destructive; the exceptions are serial killers and UAIs, but they’re going to figure this stuff out anyways.
Well order is certainly an option, at least around here.
I’ve seen how they make sandwiches; the process is approximate enough that the order doesn’t really matter. At least, not nearly as much as the choice to add or omit any particular topping would matter.
Location matters too. Around here, customers usually request toppings one at a time and watch them being added. In the UK (or at least in Leicester), I believe the typical interaction goes something like, “Salad?” followed by a negative or affirmative response.
2^12? Isn’t it 12C2 (= 66), rather than 2^12 (= 4096)? It’s 12P2 (=132) if we care about order (since there are two different ways to order any two toppings.)
Only if you’re only allowed to have two toppings, no more and no less.