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Self-Improving Systems

Posted by Hemos on from the bigger-better-faster dept.

Roland Olsson writes "A relatively easy way to construct "intelligent" systems that improve themselves practically ad infinitum is described at http://www-ia.hiof.no/~rolando/SIG/ Maybe Steven Spielberg's AI film is closer to reality than the general public knows *smile*?"

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  1. w00t!! fp by Anonymous Coward · · Score: -1, Offtopic

    Windows couldn't improve itself even if it wanted to!

  2. frist frost by Anonymous Coward · · Score: -1, Offtopic

    firs t nigga reply yo
    bowbow
    cdpb

  3. The saga continues by Anonymous Coward · · Score: -1, Offtopic

    It was a misty sunset, and Hemos couldn't help but stop cease his work for a moment to lean on his pitchfork and soak in the atmospheric perspective. He wiped perspiration from his brow with a quick swipe of his sleeve, and deposited some of the filth from his shirt to his face. It didn't matter much, he was covered from head to toe in dirt and hay already. He reached for one of the cigarettes he'd rolled earlier and glanced over his shoulder to make sure he was alone. He wasn't.
    Jon Katz had been watching silently from inside the stable, he now approached in a flurry of pettycoats.
    Hemos quickly threw down the cigarette and prepared for the worst.
    "What now, stable boy?" Jon Katz asked with a hard look.
    Hemos avoided the glare and began working furiously now, despite his fatigue.
    Jon Katz stepped on the end of the pitchfork with a frilly patent leather boot, stopping Hemos' progress. "I say, stable boy. Do you know what we do to lazy hands around here?" He asked, his glaring eyes unwavering.
    Hemos stood still for a moment, somewhat petrified.
    "What is your hesitation, stable boy?" Jon Katz asked, drawing Hemos' tentative gaze to his indesputably hard face, framed with flowing locks though it was.
    "N-no, ma'am." Hemos replied, keeping his gaze on the boot before him.
    "Come inside, let me show you." Jon Katz commanded, taking Hemos' hand in a surprisingly gentle manner.
    Hemos glanced behind him at the pastiche of muted colors on the horizon, and felt his perspiration welling up once again.
    Once inside the farmhouse, Hemos followed his master to the bedroom, where candles were lit at each corner of Jon Katz'z four-post bed. There was something strange in the air.
    Before Hemos could ask any questions, Jon Katz ripped open his blouse, revealing his heaving chest. No words were spoken. Jon Katz punished the stable boy by sticking frozed Milky Ways up his ass. It was glorious...
    TO BE CONTINUED>>

  4. The Singularity Institute by Anonymous Coward · · Score: -1, Offtopic

    Anyone interrested in such ideas really should look at the Singularity Institute and their idea of a seed AI