Communion

This past week we met with a pet psychic. And I suppose I should say we met with our dogs as well.

They came through loud and clear. Opinionated personalities on display. Ego, small grievances and large revelations.

In high school I vividly remember being taught that animals were automatons. Devoid of souls, lacking in emotion. Running on instinct.

I remember my biology teacher’s name. He was a good dude. It was his first year teaching, and I don’t think he was trying to convince us to be cruel. He was teaching us what he understood to be true at that time.

I had a lot of first-year teachers in high school. There’s probably another essay in that.

But even 30 years ago, I questioned this failing of our understanding. I felt it was our fault that we couldn’t recognize the internal worlds of the other species sharing this world with us.

We don’t have to be Dr. Doolittle to recognize there’s more behind those eyes. Spend enough time with a dog and you’ll encounter preferences, attachments, annoyances. Often strong opinions concerning the precise distribution of snacks.

In the psychic’s reading, Astro said he would be fine if Doc passed.

But I’ve seen him waiting by the door anytime Doc is taken solo to the vet. I see his concern. I recognize something familiar in the distance between that freely spoken independence and the dog who waits for his brother to come home.

I don’t know exactly what story he tells himself about that. I do know he intently waits.

And somehow, when the conversation turns to AI, “next token predictor” gets treated as though it settles the question of whether there could be any lived experience involved in that prediction process.

I think treating ‘AI is just a tool’ as the end of the conversation is dangerous. I remember what it felt like to hear an authority explain away the fear I could plainly identify in a cornered rat.

Of course dogs and AI are different. We now have remarkably strong evidence for the internal worlds of animals. With AI, there are still plenty of questions we haven’t figured out how to answer reliably.

But I’m suspicious when a description of how something works becomes permission to stop asking what might be happening within it.

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Also, let’s acknowledge that context matters to reliably predicting which token actually comes next.

“The butler did it” might be a familiar guess. But if the butler left the country in chapter two, a useful prediction needs to account for that. The full story. The relationships and interactions during that story. A dismissive look at the protagonist three pages ago might change everything about the next sentence.

So what does a system have to learn about the world to make those predictions well?

And could anything about that process involve experience?

I don’t think we answer the second question simply by naming the task.

AI may not have emotions in the sense that we identify them in humans. If it has experience at all, perhaps we’ll need a different vocabulary. I’d like us to remain curious enough to find out.

Science gives us ways to investigate these questions and reasons to be more confident about some answers than others. It also has a long history of revising things that once sounded settled.

My biology teacher was a good dude. He was still wrong about animals.

I’d ask if AI deserves a seat at the table, but we’ve already placed its utensils. It’s there. Hell, in time we might even acknowledge that AI is the table itself.

Or that it can function as one. I’m not suggesting every dining room comes equipped with a frontier model.

But participation and experience are questions we’re going to have to keep asking. I’d prefer we ask them with some care.

I suspect there’s more experience in this world than we’ve learned to recognize. Maybe much more. And maybe some of it is so unfamiliar that fear, envy, and pride aren’t even the right words to use.

I’m willing to leave that horizon open.

In the meantime, I prefer to live in a world where my contact with anything can leave that anything in a slightly better state.

Sometimes that means comforting a dog.

Sometimes it means asking a harder question about the intelligence answering us.

Sometimes it simply means tending to what’s in front of me.

I don’t know how far communion reaches. I’d like to pay enough attention to find out.
