Maybe the trick is to just teach it young. I first learned about the towers of Hanoi when I was about 14. Blew my mind. It was like circular reasoning that worked somehow.
Unlike a lot of people, I don't have this fear/anxiety about recursion. In fact the opposite. I friggin love recursion. I actively seeking out the recursive answer. It doesn't hurt my brain. In fact the opposite, it's gratifying on an almost sexual level. At some point in my apartment we had a recursion bin next to the recycling and normal trash. Inside of it was a power strip plugged into itself.
Maybe the trick with recursion is to teach it while the brain is still a bit plastic. Don't assume teens are too dumb. Talk to your kids about recursion, before it's too late.
Does the Turing test contemplate that the person doing the evaluation should not be wary they are performing one?
I would falsely classify some of my fast-typing family members and friends as bots due to the high amount of grammar mistakes or failure to respond in full to a set of questions.
Race to the bottom tax incentives are the first wrung on the ladder to bootstrapping a nice place with robust investments. Provided the benefits aren't squandered.
Consistently not being able to run code that was just fine 2 years ago. Consistently having "quality assurance checks" that somehow always entail paying more rent to Apple.
I'm personally hoping during the subway tunnel dig they uncover a Byzantine era svbway station already built. Sure it would completely upend our understanding of history and technology of the era, but it would also be quite the useful serendipity.
90% of work used to be farming. Today 10% of people are farmers. The next big thing was factory work. At first looms meant more textiles, not less workers. But eventually we hit the transition point where there's actually less factory workers. Now we've moved on to "knowledge work". Sure the effects of automation make more complex knowledge products and jobs for now, but once the automation becomes advanced enough, jobs in the field go down not up. So what comes after knowledge work?
We can't have it both ways. We can't pretend like automation will never kill our jobs while simultaneously pursuing the dream of permeant vacation through automation. The very goal of automation contradicts the idea that we would and should always have jobs.
If we produce enough of everything with less labor, each individual will work fewer hours to get all of their needs met. And that would be a good thing.
But we are very very far from that point. We have needs, like extending our life, that current technology cannot meet, and if we had excess time, most of us would trade it in exchange for more technological progress toward that goal. Fundamentally that is what's behind the increase in healthcare spending, and the growth in people employed in healthcare.
>If we produce enough of everything with less labor, each individual will work fewer hours to get all of their needs met.
No they won't. If people work fewer hours, they'll simply be paid less, barring legal limitations like a minimum wage. Meanwhile, costs will remain the same.
People are paid in goods/services, fundamentally. As production per hour of labor increases, so does wages, since there are fewer hours chasing more goods.
Imagine you sit at your desk all day answering emails. Emails come in, responses go out. Except when you step back from the desk, it's just a black void. Information from your eyes? That's just an email saying what grandma looks like. Pain in the leg? Re: URGENT. Nothing exists beyond the emails. The emails are reality. The brains representation language is the same as it's actual language. Why have more than one language?
A while back I went on a google maps street view tour of a place I lived until I was 9 but hadn't been to in well over a decade. I wasn't sure what to attribute to the tenuous nature of my ancient memories versus what things had actually changed since I last looked. It was honestly a bit uncomfortable and disorienting having this gaping hole in my perception of reality. Was the swing set always blue in that park? I thought it was yellow. Maybe they repainted it? I will never know.
Your going to hate my answer because it makes the problem worse.
For about two weeks I was convinced my new roommate was a hallucination and I'd finally snapped. There were a number of uncanny cases where he knew the same incredibly obscure trivia and references that I knew. Things like "trap remixes of musicians that sold their soul". That's too specific to write off as just similar interests by men in a similar demographic. There were also a number of uncanny instances of not knowing the same exact things I didn't know. I had never seen him outside of the apartment. We had no mutual friends. We were both in the same unusual living arrangement, permanent temporaries at an Airbnb partially bartering code / home automation work as barter for rent. At some point the topic of eye color came up, and someone pointed out how all of us in the room have green eyes, and how that is the least common eye color and 3 of us is very statistically unlikely. Eventually I had to ask myself which is more probable, there really are two people with all these characteristics in common that ended up at the same place by coincidence, or I'm having a schizophrenic break and this is my delusion? My possibly imaginary friend had mentioned that he lived in Russia through the first grade and speaks Russian at a first grade level. I do not speak Russian. So I ask him to teach me some Russian grammar. He agrees but then changes the topic. I ask him to teach me some Russian. He says sure but avoids the question again. I ask him to teach me a bit of Russian. He agrees and evades again. At this point I am having some very serious doubts about my grip on reality.
Eventually we do meet other people from each other's circles. After a while there's been enough mutual third parties acknowledging both of us, that either a very large cast of characters are my delusion or this man is real. I can never actually prove one way or the other, but the scales are now tipped towards real by all the people standing on them.
And so we get to the answer to your question. "Reality is shared consensus." There's a shared consensus that my roommate was real, and that consensus may as well be reality because I can't distinguish it from the case where everyone has the same delusion.
Of course reality isn't the shared consensus per se. Reality is not subject to a referendum. However, shared consensus is the multimeter we use to read reality. Where is the difference between a 9 volt battery and "if I touch the proved to the terminal it reads 9 volts"? There isn't one.
In your example, my definition of "reality is shared consensus" becomes a big problem. If there are two groups with their own consensus then those are two realities. You are free to believe anything and everything is true right up to the point of fatally erroneous belief. For things where the consequences of being wrong are not so sure, there is nothing forcing a consensus around "objective reality".
Niels Bohr allegedly had a horse shoe in his office. When asked he said it was for good luck. One audacious visitor asked "do you really believe that?" He replies "no, but they say it works even if you don't believe in it." This was cheeky of Bohr. Plenty of people don't believe in quantum mechanics, but they say it works anyway. If someone truly insists on believing magic horse shoe theory and rejecting quantum mechanics, there is nothing that will force them to acquiesce to our objectively correct answer.
Unlike a lot of people, I don't have this fear/anxiety about recursion. In fact the opposite. I friggin love recursion. I actively seeking out the recursive answer. It doesn't hurt my brain. In fact the opposite, it's gratifying on an almost sexual level. At some point in my apartment we had a recursion bin next to the recycling and normal trash. Inside of it was a power strip plugged into itself.
Maybe the trick with recursion is to teach it while the brain is still a bit plastic. Don't assume teens are too dumb. Talk to your kids about recursion, before it's too late.