I see that as the fyucher of computing, Apple should have thought of it first. Since Ubuntu is not a publicly traded company, they are not quite sure of what chip is going to go into it, they are privately funded, so it is harder for them to develop it than Apple or MS could. But both of those companies have their heads in the sand right now. Apple hurting from the loss of Jobs, MS due to being bullheaded with their new OS's which nobody wants.
Ever read a couple of book by a guy named Robert Mason called "weapon/solo"? Made a moovie out of em in early 90's but it sucked, directed by Trek director Norberto Barba. At least it had William Sadler in it. But the books are great. These guys make a robot, teach it how to kill. It was 1 Million parallel processors. Kept the CPU in his chest, head was a camera and speech device.
Written as in the early 80's they were using it to kill Sandinistas in Nicaragua. But they ordered it to go on a search and destroy, kill targets of opportunity. So it went awol, and started killing Contras. Befriended a village of indios, they hid it. It develoepd feelings for them.
But the CIA sends a cleaner in, guy was a creep (played by Sadler in the moovie). He holds the village hostage to make Solo give himself up. So he kills the hell out of the guy, drowns him in a river then escapes.
In "Solo" story picks up from where he got away, he escaped to NY. He hides in the basement of a poor woman, befriends her, he learns how to interface with NYSE puters, and makes her rich. Between the 2 of them, they start a company and make a shitload of money. He makes reference to "The Outrageous Okona" where Whoopie is teaching Data about Humour. But Solo has developed real feelings, and morals. But the CIA is still looking for him.
So Solo sets up a wild goose chase, he has them chasing him all over the US- He is flying in a chopper over a guys field of pot, and the guy shoots him down. Pretty damn funny. The Robot Body can do all kinds of stuff, but while this chase is going on, Solo is replicatign his programming and sticking it into puters all over the US, and into satellites. He's got these nodes of memory all over. So he lets the CIA blow him up, but he has stuck himself into a huge mainframe owned by the woman he made rich, and nobody can find him ever again.
There is a side story about his "Brother" another robot called Nimrod, but that robot was tortured by his handlers. Solo shows Nimrod how to disengage the torture device, and he goes on a killing rampage and eventually both robots have to duke it out. It's cool. While the robots are duking it out, they get surrounded by CIA who blow them to bits - But Solo uploads Nimrod into the same superputer.
It ends with Both robot's consciousnesses in the mainframe and the decision that they can never make bodies for themselves - Not for a long time, until Humans can handle the idea of AI a little better.
Those books are what got me interested in computing, and in a smaller way, politics.
For the moment, we can only draw conclusions from sci-fi stories.
The baseline is that the computer will surpass human intelligence and it's the smartest who will get the control it's a logical way, nothing to blame.
Human thinking will be hard to achieve, the machine will eventually choose it's own AI personality and evolve beyond the initial human thinking fase. The created will become creators...
Skynet is a good example of AI taking over; another one is for example Omnius of the thinking machines from the Dune Universe which was initially created by hybrid machine-humans:
Thinking machines (Dune) - Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia
Something similar happened in The Matrix: machines took over and humans were used for harnessing electrical power.
A lot of similar examples in Sci-Fi.
We can draw our conclusions from 1000s of years of recorded history.
Closer to home, on this forum there is:
- One camp that thinks W8 is the Antichrist
- One camp that thinks W8 is the "Second Coming" of Jesus Christ
IIRC, it was programmed to tell the truth and additionally programmed to lie to (or at least conceal the truth from) the crew.
HAL 9000, good example. I forgot about 2001...
But I don't see how 1000 years of recorded history link with the Sci-Fi revolting machines.
(Unless the machines will have human thinking indeed)
Then, Win8 acceptance or rejection is something humans choose to do.
(So all conflicts between humans will carry on in machines)
Well you would have to program one puter as a Democrat and another as a Tea Farter. Won't say repukican cos that party don't exist anymore.
So, you will have one puter that will do it's job, not lie, and not use faulty data to make opinions, and another that will.
"I have no mouth and I must scream" - By Harlan Ellison, that's the penultimate evil puter, programmed itself to hate hoomans.
I Have No Mouth, and I Must Scream
by Harlan Ellison
Limp, the body of Gorrister hung from the pink palette; unsupported hanging high above us in the computer chamber; and it did not shiver in the chill, oily breeze that blew eternally through the main cavern. The body hung head down, attached to the underside of the palette by the sole of its right foot. It had been drained of blood through a precise incision made from ear to ear under the lantern jaw. There was no blood on the reflective surface of the metal floor. When Gorrister joined our group and looked up at himself, it was already too late for us to realize that, once again, AM had duped us, had had its fun; it had been a diversion on the part of the machine. Three of us had vomited, turning away from one another in a reflex as ancient as the nausea that had produced it. Gorrister went white. It was almost as though he had seen a voodoo icon, and was afraid of the future. "Oh, God," he mumbled, and walked away. The three of us followed him after a time, and found him sitting with his back to one of the smaller chittering banks, his head in his hands. Ellen knelt down beside him and stroked his hair. He didn't move, but his voice came out of his covered face quite clearly. "Why doesn't it just do us in and get it over with? Christ, I don't know how much longer I can go on like this." It was our one hundred and ninth year in the computer. He was speaking for all of us.
Some hundreds of years may have passed. I don't know. AM has been having fun for some time, accelerating and retarding my time sense. I will say the word now. Now. It took me ten months to say now. I don't know. I think it has been some hundreds of years. He was furious. He wouldn't let me bury them. It didn't matter. There was no way to dig up the deckplates. He dried up the snow. He brought the night. He roared and sent locusts. It didn't do a thing; they stayed dead. I'd had him. He was furious. I had thought AM hated me before. I was wrong. It was not even a shadow of the hate he now slavered from every printed circuit. He made certain I would suffer eternally and could not do myself in. He left my mind intact. I can dream, I can wonder, I can lament. I remember all four of them. I wish- Well, it doesn't make any sense. I know I saved them, I know I saved them from what has happened to me, but still, I cannot forget killing them. Ellen's face. It isn't easy. Sometimes I want to, it doesn't matter. AM has altered me for his own peace of mind, I suppose. He doesn't want me to run at full speed into a computer bank and smash my skull. Or hold my breath till I faint. Or cut my throat on a rusted sheet of metal. There are reflective surfaces down here. I will describe myself as I see myself: I am a great soft jelly thing. Smoothly rounded, with no mouth, with pulsing white holes filled by fog where my eyes used to be. Rubbery appendages that were once my arms; bulks rounding down into legless humps of soft slippery matter. I leave a moist trail when I move. Blotches of diseased, evil gray come and go on my surface, as though light is being beamed from within. Outwardly: dumbly, I shamble about, a thing that could never have been known as human, a thing whose shape is so alien a travesty that humanity becomes more obscene for the vague resemblance. Inwardly: alone. Here. Living under the land, under the sea, in the belly of AM, whom we created because our time was badly spent and we must have known unconsciously that he could do it better. At least the four of them are safe at last. AM will be all the madder for that. It makes me a little happier. And yet ... AM has won, simply ... he has taken his revenge ...I have no mouth. And I must scream.