After watching the fascinating film Ex Machina, I fell into a rabbit hole reading about the Turing Test, sidled over to whether the Blade Runner replicant test counted as a Turing Test, and ended up scoring a 54 percent likelihood that I myself am a replicant. It’s a simplistic test, so I wasn’t too fazed. That is, I wasn’t too fazed until my husband scored as more likely to be a human than I.
How can this be? I’ve been calling my husband a pod person since seeing the Invasion of the Body Snatchers creatures’ eerie resemblance to my husband’s maddening lack of empathy that occasionally rears its low-affect head.
I re-took the test with the mindset of answering as I guessed a fully human respondent would answer, and I scored a zero percent chance of being a replicant. That means I am capable of imitating a human better than I am at being one. Thus, I can at least pass the Turing Test. Which is nice.
I next stumbled onto a Bloggess recommendation to check out Dreamscope. Her headline warned: Get ready to waste a good hour.
Yep, at least an hour.
I lost my pedometer a week ago, and the replacement should be arriving today. It’s time to get off the couch again, to be sure.