Physical laws provide, at best, a recipe for how the world might be computed in parallel particle by particle and region by region. But—unless you have access to some so-far-unavailable ultra-super computer that simulates reality faster than the world does itself—the only way to actually learn the results is to wait for the actual physical process to work itself out. There is a fundamental gap between T-shirt physics equations and the unpredictable gnarl of daily life.
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Some SF Thought Experiments
One of the nice things about science fiction is that it lets us carry out thought experiments. Mathematicians adopt axioms and deduce the consequences. Computer scientists write programs and observe the results of letting the programs run. Science fiction writers put characters into a world with arbitrary rules and work out what happens.
Science fiction is a powerful futurological tool because, in practice, there are no quick shortcuts for predicting the effects of new technological developments. Only if you place the new tech into a fleshed-out fictional world and simulate the effects in your novelistic reality can you get a clear image of what might happen.
This relates to the ideas I've been talking about. We can't predict in advance the outcomes of naturally occurring gnarly systems; we can only simulate (with great effort) their evolution step by step. In other words, when it comes to futurology, only the most trivial changes to reality have easily predictable consequences. If I want to imagine what our world will be like one year after the arrival of, say, soft plastic robots, the only way to get a realistic vision is to fictionally simulate society's reactions during the intervening year.
These days I've been working on a fictional thought experiment about using natural systems to replace conventional computers. My starting point is the observed fact that gnarly natural systems compute much faster than our supercomputers. Although in principle, a supercomputer can simulate a given natural process, such simulations are at present very much slower than what nature does. It's a simple matter of resources: a natural system is inherently parallel, with all its parts being updated at once. And an ordinary sized object is made up of something on the order of an octillion atoms (1027)
(Let me insert a deflationary side-remark on the Singularity that's supposed to occur when intelligent computers begin designing even more intelligent computers and so on. Perhaps the end result of this kind of process won't be a god. Perhaps it'll be something more like a wind-riffled pond, a campfire, or a fly buzzing around your backyard. Nature is, after all, already computing at the maximum possible flop.)
Now let's get into my own thought experiment. If we could harness a natural system to act as a computer for us, we'd have what you might call a paracomputer that totally outstrips anything that our man-made beige buzzing desktop machines can do. I say “paracomputer” not “computer” to point out the fact that this is a natural object which behaves like a computer, as opposed to being a high-tech totem that we clever monkeys made. Wolfram's PCE suggests that essentially any gnarly natural process could be used as a paracomputer.
A natural paracomputer would be powerful enough to be in striking range of predicting other natural systems in real time or perhaps even a bit faster than real time. The problem with our naturally occurring paracomputers is that they're not set up for the kinds of tasks we like to use computers for—like predicting the stock market, rendering Homer Simpson, or simulating nuclear explosions.
To make practical use of paracomputers we need a solution to what you might call the codec or coding-decoding problem. If you want to learn something specific from a simulation, you have to know how to code your data into the simulation and how to decode it back out. Like suppose you're going to make predictions about the weather by reading tea-leaves. To get concrete answers, you code today's weather into a cup of tea, which you're using as a paracomputer. You swirl the cup around, drink the tea, look at the leaves, and decode the leaf pattern into tomorrow's weather. Codec.
This is a subtle point, so let me state it again. Suppose that you want to simulate the market price of a certain stock, and that you have all the data and equations to do it, but the simulation is so complicated that it requires much more time than the real-time period you want to simulate. And you'd like to turn this computation into, say, the motions of some wine when you pour it back and forth between two glasses. You know the computational power is there in the moving wine. But where's the codec? How do you feed the market trends into the wine? How do you get the prediction numbers out? Do you drink the paracomputer?
Finding the codec that makes a given paracomputer useful for a particular task is a hard problem, but once you have the codec, your paracomputer can solve things very fast. But how to find the codec? Well, let's use a science fiction cheat, let's suppose that one of the characters in our thought experiment is, oh, a mathematical genius who creates a really clever algorithm for rapidly finding codecs that are, if not perfect, at least robust enough for practical use.
So now suppose that we're able, for instance, to program the wind in the trees and use it as a paracomputer. Then what? For the next stage of my thought experiment, I'm thinking about a curious real-world limitative result that could come into play. This is the Margolus-Levitin theorem, which says that there's some maximum computational rate that any limited region of spacetime can perform at any given energy level. (See for instance Seth Lloyd's paper on the “Computational Capacity of the Universe,”
In the situation I'm visualizing, a couple of crazy mathematicians (some things never change!) make a paracomputer from a vibrating membrane, use clever logic to find desired codecs, and set the paracomputer to predicting its own outputs. I expect the feedback process to produce an ever-increasing amount of computation within the little paracomputer. The result is that the device is on the point of violating the Margolus-Levitin limit, and perhaps the way the universe copes with this is by bulging out a big extra hump of spacetime in the vicinity of the paracomputer. And this hump acts as—a tunnel to a higher universe inhabited by, of course, super-intelligent humanoid cockroaches and carnivorous flying cone shell mollusks!
Now let's turn the hard-SF knob up to eleven. Even if we had natural paracomputers, we'd still be limited by the PCU, the principle that most naturally occurring computations are unpredictable. Your paracomputers can speed things up by a linear factor because they're so massively parallel. Nevertheless, by the PCU, most problems would resist being absolutely crushed by clever shortcuts. The power of the paracomputer may indeed let you predict tomorrow's weather, but eventually the PCU catches up with you. You still can't predict, say, next week's weather. Even with a paracomputer you might be able to approximately predict a person's activities for half an hour, but not to a huge degree of accuracy, and certainly not out to a time several months away. The PCU makes prediction impossible for extended periods of time.
Now, being a science fiction writer, when I see a natural principle, I wonder if it could fail. Even if it's a principle such as the PCU that I think is true. (An inspiration here is a story by Robert Coates, “The Law,” in which the law of averages fails. The story first appeared in the New Yorker of November 29, 1947, and can also be found in Clifton Fadiman's The Mathematical Magpie.)
So now let's suppose that, for their own veiled reasons, the alien cockroaches and cone shells teach our mathematician heroes some amazing new technique that voids the PCU! This notion isn't utterly inconceivable. Consider, for instance, how drastically the use of language speeds up the human thought process. Or the way that using digital notion speeds up arithmeti
c. Maybe there's some thought tool we've never even dreamed of that can in fact crush any possible computation into a few quick chicken-scratches on the back of a business card. So our heroes learn this trick and they come back to spread the word.
And then we've got a world where the PCU fails. This is a reality where we can rapidly predict all kinds of things arbitrarily far into the future: weather, moods, stocks, health. A world where people have oracles. SF is all about making things immediate and tactile, so let's suppose that a oracle is like a magic mirror. You look into it and ask it a question about the future, and it always gives you the right answer. Nice simple interface. What would it be like to live in a world with oracles?
I'm not sure yet. I'm still computing the outcome of this sequence of thought experiments—the computation consists of writing an SF novel called Mathematicians in Love.
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How Gnarly Computation Ate My Brain
I got my inspiration for universal automatism from two computer scientists: Edward Fredkin and Stephen Wolfram. In the 1980s, Fredkin
Wolfram is subtler than Fredkin; he doesn't say that the universe is a cellular automaton. Wolfram feels that the most fundamental secret-of-life type computation should instead be something like a set of rules for building up a network of lines and dots. He's optimistic about finding the ultimate rule; recently I was talking to him on the phone and he said he had a couple of candidates, and was trying to grasp what it might mean to say that the secret of the universe might be some particular rule with some particular rule number. Did someone say 42?
I first met Wolfram at the Princeton Institute for Advanced Study in 1984; I was a freelancer writing an article about cellular automata destined for, as chance would have it, Asimov's Science Fiction (April 1987). You might say that Wolfram converted me on the spot. I moved to Silicon Valley, retooled, and became a computer science professor at San Jose State University (SJSU), also doing some work as a programmer for the computer graphics company Autodesk. I spent the last twenty years in the dark Satanic mills of Silicon Valley. Originally I thought I was coming here as a kind of literary lark—like an overbold William Blake manning a loom in Manchester. But eventually I went native on the story. It changed the way I think.
For many years, Wolfram promised to publish a book on his ideas, and finally in 2002 he published his monumental A New Kind of Science, now readable in its entirety online
I'd been kind of waiting for Wolfram to write his book before I wrote my own book about the meaning of computation. So once he was done, I was ready to brush the lint of bytes and computer code off myself, step into the light, and tell the world what I learned among the machines. The result: The Lifebox, the Seashell, and the Soul: What Gnarly Computation Taught Me About Ultimate Reality, the Meaning Of Life, and How To Be Happy (Thunder's Mouth Press, 2005)
Where did I get my book's title? I invented the word “lifebox” some years ago to describe a hypothetical technological gizmo for preserving a human personality. In my book title, I'm using “Lifebox” as shorthand for the universal automatist thesis that everything, even human consciousness, is a computation.
The antithesis is the fact that nobody is really going to think that a wised-up cell-phone is alive. We all feel we have something that's not captured by any mechanical model—it's what we commonly call the soul.
My synthesis is that gnarly computation can breathe life and soul into a lifebox. The living mind has a churning quality, like the eddies in the wake of a rock in a stream—or like the turbulent patterns found in cellular automata. Unpredictable yet deterministic CAs can be found in nature, most famously in the patterns of the Wolfram-popularized South Pacific sea snail known as the textile cone. Thus the “seashell” of my book title. (See
Coming back to Wolfram's A New Kind of Science, a lot of people seem to have copped an attitude about this book. Although it sold a couple of hundred thousand copies, many of the reviews were negative
I see three classes of reasons why scientists haven't embraced universal automatism. (1) Dislike the messenger. Thanks to the success of his Mathematica software, Wolfram is a millionaire entrepreneur rather than a professor. Perhaps as a result, he has a hard-sell writing style, an iconoclastic attitude toward current scientific practice, and a sometimes cavalier attitude toward the niceties of sharing credit. (2) Dislike the form of the message. Some older scientists resent the expansion of computer science and the spread of computational technology. If you hate and fear computers, you don't want to hear the world is made of computations! (3) Dislike the content of the message. Wolfram's arguments lead to the conclusion that many real-world scientific questions are impossible to solve. Being something of a perennial enfant terrible, Wolfram is prone to putting this as bluntly as possible, in effect saying that traditional science is a blind alley, a waste of time. Even though he's to some extent right, it's hardly surprising that the mandarins of science aren't welcoming him with open arms.
One thing that sets my book off from Wolfram's is the goal. At this point in my life, I don't worry very much about convincing anyone of anything. To me the real purpose of writing a science book is to achieve personal enlightenment. And to get new ideas for science fiction novels.
On the enlightenment front, The Lifebox, the Seashell, and the Soul ends with a discussion of six keys to happiness, drawn from considerations involving six successively higher levels of gnarly computation. And these will make a nice note upon which to end this article.
Computer science. Turn off the machine. Nature computes better than any buzzing box.
Physics. See the gnarl. The world is doing interesting things all the time. Keep an eye on the clouds, on water, and on the motions of plants in the wind.
Biology. Pay attention to your body. It's at least as smart as your brain. Listen to it, savor its complexities.
Psychology. Release your thoughts from obsessive loops. Avoid repetition and go for the gnarl.
Sociology. Open your heart. Others are as complex as you. Each of us is performing much the same kind of computation. You're not the center.
Philosophy. Be amazed. The universe is an inexplicable miracle.
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Copyright © 2005 by Rudy Rucker.
Rudy Rucker is a writer, a mathematician, and a computer scientist—in that order. Born in Kentucky in 1946, he moved to Silicon Valley when he turned forty and recently retired from his professorship at San Jose State University. Rudy has published twenty-six books, primarily science fiction and popular science. He was an early cyberpunk and an editor at Mondo 2000. His most recent books are: The SF novel, Frek and the Elixir (Tor Books, 2004), and the nonfiction book, The Lifebox, the Seashell and the Soul: What Gnarly Computation Taught Me About Ultimate Reality, the Meaning of Life and How to Be Happy (Thunder's Mouth Press, Fall 2005). Rudy is currently writing a novel called Mathematicians in Love, which gives SFictional life to some of his ideas about computation. His website can be found at www.rudyrucker.com.
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On Books: The New Weird
Norman Spinrad
The Year of Our War
Steph Swainston
Eos, $13.95
ISBN: 0060753870
Black Brillion
Matthew Hughes
Tor, $23.95
ISBN: 0765308657
The Scar
China Miéville
Del Rey, $18.95
ISBN: 0345444388
Frek and the Elixir
Rudy Rucker
Tor, $27.95
ISBN: 0765310589
New Worlds
Michael Moorcock, ed.
Thunder's Mouth Press, $18.95
ISBN: 1568583176
A while back, I was pondering when there would be a new literary “Movement” with a definite capital M within science fiction or, to be expansive about it, within the expanded literary universe of speculative fiction.
The last one was “Cyberpunk,” and that was something like two decades ago—a Movement of the second kind, if you will, the earlier “New Wave” being a Movement of the first kind. In those days, there was much critical and theoretical attention paid to just what Cyberpunk was, no little of it written by myself, and much of it by Bruce Sterling, without any lasting definitive conclusion being reached. But for present purposes, let us as least agree that it was a Movement initially defined by content alone.
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