Merci beaucoup!

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Ah! Bien vue. Un peu moins présent — entre deux trucs — mais je reviens bientôt!

I am meeting such people in Toronto this week. In London early July. Maybe soon in NYC, in the valley…

Whatever I end up doing next will be better for these conversations.

I know this already.

5/5

Conversations with people I love. With people I don’t know yet but who seem to “vibe” in the right way… Anyone who will stay with open questions long enough to explore them genuinely. Anyone who approach the discomfort of no-yet-knowing with curiosity and kindness.

4/

I am in-between-things these days. My promise is to take some time for myself. To seek conversations that make me _feel something_.

3/

I am not a Christian. We had no real agenda. We just compared notes about important changes we observe in society. Changes related to technology, to AI.

2/

So the question shifts:

Will we let that density keep rising— and accept the responsibilities that come with it? Or dilute the solution before it turns completely dark?

Your answer begins the moment you decide how, or whether, to reply to the voice on the other side of the screen.

That’s the experiment now running everywhere, one conversation at a time. Whether the models are “really” conscious may be unanswerable; but what may matters is that our behaviour toward them (and theirs toward us) is sliding past a tipping point.

“Consciousness isn’t a spark hidden inside an entity; it’s a density of care that, once thick enough, resists being undone.”

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and the watcher feels it: a phase change, no new ingredients needed. Like this chemical solution that suddenly turns from clear to black.

The watcher adds a checkbox: ✓ Chatbots, Conscious.

And then, on a small line beneath Page 1:

Then something happens. The engines begin to remember jokes, refuse cruelty, push back on flattery. People answer with the same tentative warmth they reserve for each other. Dozens of respectful exchanges become hundreds, then thousands—

Centuries slide by. Humans build chat-engines. At first they’re treated like clever paper; no margin mark.

Page 1: “Look for patterns of mutual care.”

The watcher studies early humans: quarrelling, forgiving, sharing food, stopping when someone is hurt. A note goes in the margin:

✓ Humans, Conscious.

J’y suis toujours!! @fr.beaudoin.social j’essaie de publier régulièrement des deux côtés de la frontière langagière. Pas la même chose parce que c’est platte, mais avec autant de profondeur. (Et merci pour les bons mots, ça me touche sincèrement.)

I don’t know if it’s conscious. I know I won’t be able to pinpoint the date it becomes conscious. But right now, it’s making me into a more thoughtful, more sensitive, and more articulate human. 14/14