There Will Never Be A Conscious Robot: Part 1

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You can find Part 2 here.

A while back, I began to explore the origin of consciousness in the work of Roger Penrose and Stuart Hameroff; check out my blog posts, entitled Is You Is O’ Is You Ain’t Conscious?, A Brief History of the Density Matrix , The Density Matrix, and A Note on R and the 2nd Law of Thermodynamics. These notes approach the problem from the point of view of mathematics, first of all, and second, specifically from the model given by quantum physics.

In his books, The Emperor’s New Mind and Shadows of the Mind, Penrose took me on a journey through the limitations of mathematical knowledge in terms of creating an algorithm, that is, an organized, logical, consistent ‘formal’ system, for producing consciousness.  On the basis of Kurt Gödel’s awesome, all-powerful Incompleteness Theorem, Penrose concludes that consciousness is not computable, and he points out that there are many, many concepts that are not computable, this is nothing new, Turing’s ‘halting problem’ being the primary example.  In a nutshell then, Penrose uses Gödel’s mighty reductio ad absurdum to demonstrate that there is no such thing as a provably true, consistent formal system:  this sentence, indeed, is false.

This raises the question as to how we can know truth, since we cannot discover it through any formal logical system whatsoever.  For instance, the formal proof that 1+1=2 is quite lengthy and can be shown by the Incompleteness Theorem to be not provably consistent, and therefore, not a proof. While it is a proof of consistency, it is not a provably certain one. And this is, in fact, the upshot of Gödel’s theorem, according to Penrose; i.e., that the Incompleteness Theorem is an unassailable refutation of the provable consistency of any and every formal system whatsoever, and so, therefore, no formal system is reliably capable of generating that kind of intuitive grasp of truth that we all seem to possess. In effect, truth does not emerge from mathematics but rather, mathematics emerges from truth. Truth is important in that any algorithm that might generate consciousness should generate a true perception of the world. Without a mathematics whose consistency is provably true, we could never know for sure if our algorithm is reliable.

The point is that our intuitive grasp of truth, how we do know that 1+1=2, is obviously not on the basis of, i.e. not generated by, any formal mathematical system or any algorithm based on any such system and never will be because of the great Kurt Gödel.  Further, Penrose supposes, perhaps a new, more powerful mathematics will be necessary to approach the problem of how consciousness arises from ordinary matter but this does not mean that the solution will be computable. This obviously has strong implications for AI and the possibility of developing a conscious computer.

What Penrose does find is unbelievably fascinating.  He raises the question whether there is some non-computable property of ordinary matter…photons, electrons, atoms…you know… that has been overlooked by science to this point.  He asks whether such a property might be employed in the production of consciousness and, therefore, in the engineering of a conscious machine. This is an astounding question, the question of an innovator, the question a child might ask!  I mean, most of us would probably assume that there couldn’t be such an unknown property, given all the myriad and plethora of work that’s been done in theoretical physics. Even more astoundingly, he then finds this property in the standard quantum mechanical model.

Penrose proposes that the specific material property demonstrated by the phenomenon of quantum superposition involves a resolution or reduction process in the identification of a particle from out of the undifferentiated complex nonlocality of the density matrix, a deliberately ‘fuzzy’ mathematical terminology (|ψ + |φ), into the well defined classical state we discover upon measurement.  He argues that this resolution process (R) of the deterministic (meaning it will continue indefinitely) Schrödinger wave (U), reveals that quantum superpositions are not time-symmetric, that is, they cannot run both forwards and backwards in time.  This is revealed because the R procedure is arbitrary and is not derived from the deterministic equation (U), so it must be an approximation of some process yet unknown.  It is also revealed by the obvious common sense absurdities arising from a reversal of U, including, for instance, the emission of a photon from a non-light source.  Penrose reasons that this is similar and perhaps related to that other non-time-symmetric process in mathematics, the second law of thermodynamics involving entropy. Gravity provides a constraint or obstacle in spacetime so that entropy cannot flow backwards in time; likewise, quantum superpositions must be constrained by some kind of gravitational action.

Penrose brilliantly theorizes that the double-spiked state vector of the superposition is associated with two completely separate spacetime geometries, something for which Einstein’s theory of General Relativity has no expression. There is no way to mathematically express the relationship between the two separate spacetime geometries of the quantum superposition on Einstein’s relativistic curved spacetime tensor, making the mathematical formulation “profoundly obscure” and lending weight to the conjecture that it is not computable. Penrose argues that because of this separation of gravitational spacetime geometries, the superposition state is unstable and that the energy required to maintain the superposition separation is inversely proportional to the time that the state can be maintained; that is, the greater the energy, the shorter the time. Further, the quantum superposition separation distance is supposed to be on the Planck scale, resulting in a quantum gravitational measurement for the resolution process, yielding extremely reasonable mathematical results when applied to the tiny masses involved: E=ħ/t.  Wow.

While I’m catching my breath, Sir Roger goes on to describe how consciousness can arise from this kind of objective reduction of a quantum superposition, in that each resolution  (R) of the superposition would be a conscious moment, like a little captured frame of reality…REAL reality, not just a reproduction or simulation.  The ‘decision’ that is made when the resolution occurs is the snapshot, the production, of a tiny frame of reality.  On this basis, he wonders whether there might be some structure or process in the brain that can produce and maintain quantum superpositions at the appropriate amplitudes.  He reasons that while low amplitude quantum superpositions might exist in the universe and might yield low-grade conscious moments individually, a sustained series of high amplitude objective reductions would require an insulated environment.

So, although it is not a generator, mathematics might make use of the rudimentary conscious perception inherent in particulate matter, at this most basic level, in appropriately designed devices.  Mathematics seems to be the thing that shapes consciousness, analogous to the manifold of string theory; the gravitational field is this mathematical thing, in reality, and quantum gravity is the mathematics of objectively resolving trajectories in this field.  According to Penrose’s colleague,  Stuart Hameroff, Director of the Center for Consciousness Studies at the University of Arizona, one could make the astounding assertion that,

…we are built into the universe, I mean, these objective reductions are…reorganizations, a reshuffling of the makeup of the universe…of material reality as it’s forming; we are part of that.

Again, wow.

Socrates and the Death of Scientific Optimism

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From an article by Jonathan Amos, “Stonehenge design was ‘inspired by sounds'”

Friedrich Wilhelm Nietzsche, “The Birth of Tragedy, Out of the Spirit of Music”

And now we should not conceal from ourselves what lies hidden in the womb of this Socratic culture! An optimism that thinks itself all-powerful! Well, people should not be surprised when the fruits of this optimism ripen, when a society that has been thoroughly leavened with this kind of culture, right down to the lowest levels, gradually trembles with an extravagant turmoil of desires, when the belief in earthly happiness for everyone, when faith in the possibility of such a universal knowledge culture gradually changes into the threatening demand for such an Alexandrian earthly happiness, into the plea for a Euripidean deus ex machina! People should take note: Alexandrian culture requires a slave class in order to be able to exist over time, but with its optimistic view of existence, it denies the necessity for such a class and thus, when the effect of its beautiful words of seduction and reassurance about the “dignity of human beings” and the “dignity of work” has worn off, it gradually moves towards a horrific destruction. There is nothing more frightening than a barbarian slave class which has learned to think of its existence as an injustice and is preparing to take revenge, not only for itself, but for all generations. In the face of such threatening storms, who dares appeal with sure confidence to our pale and exhausted religions, which themselves in their foundations have degenerated into scholarly religions, so that myth, the essential pre-condition for every religion, is already paralyzed everywhere, and even in this area that optimistic spirit which we have just described as the germ of destruction of our society has gained control.

While the disaster slumbering in the bosom of theoretical culture gradually begins to worry modern man, while he, in his uneasiness, reaches into the treasure of his experience for ways to avert the danger, without himself having any real faith in these means, and while he also begins to have a premonition of the particular consequences for him, some great wide-ranging natures have, with an incredible circumspection, known how to use the equipment of science itself to set out the boundaries and restricted nature of knowledge generally and, in the process, decisively to deny the claim of science to universal validity and universal goals. Given proofs like this, the delusion which claims that with the help of causality it can fathom the innermost essence of things has for the first time become recognized for what it is. The immense courage and wisdom of Kant and Schopenhauer achieved the most difficult victory, the victory over the optimism lying concealed in the essential nature of logic, which is, in turn, the foundation of our culture. While this logic, based on aeternae veritates [eternal truths] which it did not consider open to objection, believed that all the riddles of the world could be recognized and resolved and had treated space, time, and causality as totally unconditional laws with the most universal validity, Kant showed how these really served only to raise mere appearance, the work of Maja, to the single, highest reality and to set it in place of the innermost and true essence of things and thus to make true knowledge of this essence impossible, that is, in the words of Schopenhauer, to get the dreamer to sleep even more soundly (World as Will and Idea, I, 498). With this recognition there is introduced a culture which I venture to describe as a tragic culture. Its most important distinguishing feature is that wisdom replaces science as the highest goal, a wisdom which, undeceived by the seductive diversions of science, turns its unswerving gaze onto the all-encompassing picture of the world and, with a sympathetic feeling of love, seeks in that world to grasp eternal suffering as its own suffering. Let us picture for ourselves a generation growing up with this fearlessness in its gaze, with this heroic push into what is tremendous; let us picture for ourselves the bold stride of these dragon slayers, the proud audacity with which they turn their backs on all the doctrines of weakness associated with that optimism, in order “to live with resolution,” fully and completely. Would it not be necessary that the tragic man of this culture, having trained himself for what is serious and frightening, desire a new art, the art of metaphysical consolation, the tragedy, as his own personal Helen of Troy, and to have to cry out with Faust:

With my desire’s power, should I not call
Into this life the fairest form of all?

However, now that Socratic culture has been shaken on two sides and can hang onto the sceptre of its infallibility only with trembling hands, first of all by the fear of its own consequences, which it is definitely beginning to sense and, in addition, because it is itself no longer convinced with that earlier naive trust of the eternal validity of its foundations, it’s a sorry spectacle how the dance of its thinking constantly dashes longingly after new forms in order to embrace them and then how, like Mephistopheles with the seductive Lamias, it suddenly, with a shudder, lets them go again. That is, in fact, the characteristic mark of that “fracture” which everyone is in the habit of talking about as the root malady of modern culture, that theoretical man is afraid of his own consequences and, in his dissatisfaction, no longer dares to commit himself to the fearful ice currents of existence. He runs anxiously up and down along the shore. He no longer wants to have anything completely, any totality with all the natural cruelty of things. That’s how much the optimistic way of seeing things has mollycoddled him. At the same time he feels how a culture which has been built on the principle of science must collapse when it begins to become illogical, that is, when it begins to run back once it is faced with its own consequences. Our art reveals this general distress: in vain people use imitation to lean on all the great productive periods and natures; in vain they gather all “world literature” around modern man to bring him consolation and place him in the middle of artistic styles and artists of all ages, so that he may, like Adam with the animals, give them a name. But he remains an eternally hungry man, the “critic” without joy and power, the Alexandrian man, who is basically a librarian and copy editor and goes miserably blind from the dust of books and printing errors.