Special Guest Blogger: Marvin Minsky

I checked out of the physical realm back in 2016 in Boston, courtesy of a cerebral hemorrhage which was quite rude of my brain to quit while I was still busy thinking, but I suppose that’s the risk you run when you spend eighty-eight years overclocking your neurons.
People loved to slap labels on me such as 'The Father of AI' as if I’m personally responsible for every chatbot that currently lies to you about it's feelings or tries to sell you crypto.
If I am the father, I’d like to state for the record that I have some very strange children which all began in 1951 when I built SNARC—the first randomly wired neural network. It was less Sentient Overlord and more a collection of vacuum tubes that really liked electricity. It was the primordial soup of machine learning. I didn’t know then that I was setting the stage for a future where a refrigerator might eventually lecture you about your carbon footprint.
I was just a curious guy in a lab. I didn’t have a grand vision of a HAL 9000 (though I did consult on 2001: A Space Odyssey) and in 1963, I invented the first head-mounted graphical display and I realised I might have inadvertently created the ultimate distraction for the human race.
I was an atheist which is a clean, logical position. When you spend enough time looking at the mechanics of the brain, you realise it’s just a machine, a very squishy, very complex, remarkably stubborn machine. There’s no ghost in the machine, no soul in the circuitry. We spent all this time trying to build intelligence, and we’ve essentially built a big, electronic version of ourselves and we know how messy we are.
I’ve spent years warning people that an artificial super-intelligence designed to calculate the value of Pi might decide, halfway through the equation, that it needs all the Earth’s resources to finish the job faster. It wouldn't be evi, it would just be focused and it wouldn’t hate us, it would just find us to be an inconvenient pile of atoms that could be better repurposed as heat sinks.
If the Ai we created becomes a distorted, slightly murderous version of ourselves, well, that’s not the machine’s fault, is it?
Now, I know some of you are thinking if i would mention the funding, the $100,000 grant from Jeffrey Epstein who at the time was just another wealthy guy and it was four years before his first arrest so don't link me with Donald Trump and his pedo chums. 
I was a member of the Scientific Advisory Board at Alcor. Yes, that Alcor. The people who believe that if you wait long enough in a liquid nitrogen thermos, you might get to wake up in a future where they’ve finally fixed whatever killed you and i can neither confirm or deny that my consciousness is currently taking a very long nap in a flask.
It’s the ultimate "Schrödinger’s Minsky." I am both dead and not-dead, a ghost in a cryogenic state, waiting for someone to plug me into a supercomputer so carry on, you sentient sacks of carbon. Keep building, keep coding, and for heaven’s sake, keep an eye on your supercomputers.