Can Machines Think? (A Poem A Day #7)
10 Mar 2020 1 minute read 0 comments AlmightyMelon
I’m sorry, Mr. Searle, but you are nothing more than a Chinese room. You simply cannot see all the books. Find the hexagonal library at the end of the garden of forking paths; see the Argentine at the door. When you arrive, plant a jot of dust and wa...