I generally share a lot with my laptop; I used it to write and rewrite
this text. I know it hasn't seen my drafts. Still, I feel conflicted
about John Searle's persistent claim that computers cannot gain
consciousness nor can they be truly intelligent (especially since
he doesn't rule rule out the possibility in the future).
The reflection (or extension) of myself I keep seeing in this device I
so intimately work with makes me question why, ultimately, it would be
so much stranger for plastic, lithium and metal to have consciousness
than it is for my own flesh, blood and bone.
screen captures on a MacBook Air model 2018 | 15" display | intervention – 2019