Poem on the Determination of Consciousness
I think my friend is conscious, for he looks much like me.
Perhaps my dog is conscious;
he's soft and biological, a mammal close to me.
But surely Cog's not conscious?
Ten million lines of C++, a neural net, a metal bus,
enclosed in a PC?
I know that I am conscious, for I can feel me be.
I think my friend is conscious, for he looks much like me.
Perhaps my dog is conscious;
he's soft and biological, a mammal close to me.
But surely Cog's not conscious?
Ten million lines of C++, a neural net, a metal bus,
enclosed in a PC?
(By Jocelyn Paine)

