is the AI the artist?

If you feed a prompt into an AI image generating system such as Midjourney, who is the artist? Most people seem to want to give the credit to the AI, but, depending on how you go about it, I believe that the Prompter can claim to be the artist.

At first glance, it does seem that all the Prompter does is to give a description of an image to the AI, but that the resulting image arises entirely from the ‘imagination’ of the AI; it would seem that the strongest claim the Prompter can make is that they are acting as an art director.

Like an art director, the Prompter gives a brief to the AI and, like an artist, the AI returns an image for inspection. If the Prompter were a typical art director, they might ask the artist to make some changes, but no art director would expect an artist to make dozens of images, as they reject one after another, giving the artist an evolving brief each time.

A better fit might be that the Prompter is acting like a film director. A film director may work on a script, may even act in their film, but mostly the actors do the acting, the camermen operate the cameras, lighting men light the scenes, specials effects people craft the special effects. Nor does the film director make the sets, nor the costumes, or carry out all the other myriad tasks that are required to make their film. Instead, they make their team go through as many takes as necessary to achieve their artistic vision—revising scenes with the actors, asking for the camera angles to change, to have the scenes relit, to ask for new scenery and new costumes—until they are satisfied. Even though they do so little themselves directly, do we deny that a film director is responsible for the artistic vision of their film?

With the endless ‘takes’—the endless finessing of the ‘script’, the endless choices of which image to vary to find another, the choices of which contributors to reference, which style to follow—the process of arriving at an AI-generated image seems more like a film director at work than it does an artist. Is it then unreasonable that a person should claim artistic credit for the image that emerges from this exhaustive process, a process that is directed by them using their artistic vision?

interview about Elite Z80 conversions

Elite conversion interview in Retro Gamer, Aug 2022—interview with Ricardo Pinto
Elite conversion interview in Retro Gamer, Aug 2022, page 32

In the 1980s, in the Neolithic of the computer game industry, myself and three friends, Mark Wighton, Dominic Prior and Phil Mochan—working under the name Torus—converted the highly successful game Elite into Z80 versions for the ZX Spectrum and Amstrad CPC. So, when Rory Milne phoned me up to ask me about it, I dredged into the murky depths of my memory and told him as much as I could remember. This is the consequence, an interview with me and an in depth description of Elite in its many incarnations that appeared in the August edition of Retro Gamer.

Elite conversion interview in Retro Gamer, Aug 2022—interview with Ricardo Pinto
Elite conversion interview in Retro Gamer, Aug 2022, page 33 ©Retro Gamer
Elite conversion interview in Retro Gamer, Aug 2022—interview with Ricardo Pinto
Elite conversion interview in Retro Gamer, Aug 2022, page 34 ©Retro Gamer
Elite conversion interview in Retro Gamer, Aug 2022—interview with Ricardo Pinto
Elite conversion interview in Retro Gamer, Aug 2022, page 35 ©Retro Gamer
Elite conversion interview in Retro Gamer, Aug 2022—interview with Ricardo Pinto
Elite conversion interview in Retro Gamer, Aug 2022. page 36 ©Retro Gamer
Elite conversion interview in Retro Gamer, Aug 2022—interview with Ricardo Pinto
Elite conversion interview in Retro Gamer, Aug 2022, page 37 ©Retro Gamer

industrialised creativity and valueless abundance

Hokusai's Great Wave transformed electronically

For a while now, the Digital Revolution has been industrialising creative production: with the advent of AI-based systems, it is now industrialising creativity itself.

Historically, creative production has been restricted by limits on resources, on talent and on the time required by humans to create something. Wealth—and ours is the wealthiest society by far that there has ever been—has steadily eroded these limits.

Resources—whether of materials, of developed creative skills, or for supporting ‘creators’ and distributing and marketing their creative goods—have become increasingly abundant. Our wealth, acting upon our vast population, has released a flood of human creativity, making a lifestyle as a creator viable for many; our appetite for creative goods is insatiable. The Digital Revolution has also supplied creators with new tools and direct, fast connections to distribute their creations: even a child, sitting in their bedroom, can now create pictures, music, writing, video and share them worldwide at the speed of light. We may well be living through a New Renaissance

But, though these new digital tools have widely enabled creative output and are greatly amplifying the abilities of creators, the inherent limit of ‘human time’ has resulted in only a geometric growth in productivity. Emerging AI systems, however, are now pushing the ‘envelope of digitisation’ up to the border of human creative imagination and are even making incursions into that ‘sacred realm’. Because processes within the digitisation envelope are indefatigable and can be continuously accelerated by technology, AI systems are breaking through the limit of human time into machine time; the resulting rise in creative output will be exponential.

the disappearing value of photographs: an object lesson

The more photographs we take, the less we look at them, though, ironically, we see more photographs than ever before; the number of photographs demanding our attention has increased so fast that, even were we to spend every waking second peering at them, there are always more to look at. It has become harder and harder to linger on a single photograph. The more photographs there are, the more worthless each becomes.

valueless abundance

Industrialisation has greatly increased the availability of ‘things’—both necessities and luxuries. The resulting abundance—if we ignore the attendant costs of climate change, pollution, ecological degradation, species extinction etc—has improved the lives and enriched the life possibilities of ever more people. Industrialisation of creativity is similarly going to produce an abundance of creative products. Whereas an abundance of necessities may be seen as a blessing for humanity, an abundance of creative products is likely to be a disaster. The AI systems will industrialise the skills that creators once acquired through years of practice, and the possessors of such skills, so recently indispensable to the creative industries, are like weavers were at the dawn of machine looms. As for the creative products themselves, like digital photographs, their abundance must surely make them increasingly disposable.

the sting in the tail

Though it is destroying our world, the industrialisation of things at least has provided us with food and clothes and houses, making so many of our lives richer: by contrast, the industrialisation of our creativity—bought at the same price—is raising a tsunami of creative ouput that, by its very abundance, will wash away the scarcity that was one of its chief values to us

adjunct: NFTs an absurd pretence at scarcity in abundance

NFTs were already absurd when they sought to persuade people that a digital object—copies of which are identical to the original—could somehow replicate the scarcity of, say, an oil painting by attaching an unique cryptographic label to what is effectively an infinite series—how much more so are they when digital objects will be so abundant as to become nearly valueless?

genes as prime numbers

genes and primes, hermitabroad post by ricardo pinto

Rather than burying this conceit in some science fiction story, I am presenting it here for your interest

If we knew all the operative genes in an organism’s genome, it would be possible to assign to each a unique prime number and, if we multiplied all these together, the resulting product would be a number—let’s call it an Organism Number—that defined that organism. Further, we know that such an Organism Number would define an organism’s genome uniquely, because the Fundamental Theorem of Arithmetic, proved long ago by Euclid, states that every integer greater than 1 can be represented as a unique product of primes: that is, given any Organism Number, its factorisation would produce a unique string of primes.

All the organisms that constitute a species, must have a subset of their genomes—a subset of genes—that they hold in common. Returning to our primes, the product of this subset would form a Species Number. If you divide this number into any Organism Number, and the remainder is zero, then we know that that organism is a member of that species.

But this sort of operation can be applied on many levels. More contentiously, for example, if we could find all the genes that are involved in a particular metabolic pathway, the product of the primes for those genes would give us a number that characterises that pathway. Again, if this number divides into an Organism Number with a remainder of zero, we can expect that organism to have that metabolic pathway*. Similarly, it might be possible to derive a number for an organ, or a specific anatomical structure such as a fin, or a feather, or an eye. There might even be a number for a disease, certainly we would expect there to be one for a genetic disorder.

What I am proposing with this conjecture is that, if it were possible to fully count how many operative genes each sort of organism has, we might be able to investigate the relationships between organisms, both living and across time—and on every level, from structure to chemical pathways to disease—entirely numerically, using computers.

*of course, it could be more complicated than this—an organism could have all the genes to enable a particular metabolic pathway but use another one instead

adjunct one: a wave in the sea

This notion of representing genes with prime numbers came to me when I was thinking about familial relations, and my current preoccupation with the nature of descent and inheritance (the illusion of lineages, for example).

A person’s Organism Number could be seen as the numerical representation of that person—though, strictly speaking, this number would only represent a person’s genome, not the phenotype that the circumstances of their life sculpts from that genome, and there is the further complication of epigenetics. But let’s not make this too complicated, for my daydream, it did not seem unreasonable to suggest that a person’s Organism Number represents much about that person that their family would recognise as being what makes them one of their family. 

What I was reaching for with this metaphor was how, as we follow familial descent, through parents, to children, to grandchildren to great grandchildren—we focus on the familial similarities, though these are slowly fading down the generations, so that what is really going on—under the hood, as it were, and in the context of this piece—is an exchange of prime numbers; that it’s all about the numbers, the ’selfish genes’; the Organism Number. The identity of a person, is as transient as a wave in the sea.

adjunct two: Gödel Numbering

This is, of course, a simple application of Gödel Numbering to living things

adjunct three: a refinement

The prime corresponding to a given gene might occur twice in an Organism Number, because that organism could carry a copy of that gene on each of two paired chromosomes.

A further refinement might be to give the alleles of a gene—the varieties of a given gene, such as those that code for brown and blue eyes—the same prime number, but to express each allele with a different prime power. So that, for example, a gene’s alleles might be represented as P, P3, P5, P7, P11 etc. The reason I have omitted P2 is because that would occur when you have P on each of two paired chromosomes, which would appear as P x P in an organism’s product of primes.

Iron Eye Coins

iron Eye coin from The Stone Dance of the Chameleon
iron Eye coin

Iron is the most precious substance in the Three Lands—obtainable only from meteorites, or so it is believed—and for this reason is made into these Eye coins, a currency used exclusively among the Chosen. Such a coin represents, in its substance, in the colour of its rust and the smell it leaves on the fingers when handled—blood. A single coin has the value of a child from the flesh tithe. Mostly, these coins are used to pay the price for a Chosen bride, or for sexual access to a Chosen woman, in the hope of obtaining a Chosen child who will share the blood purity of its mother and who can be taken into the House of the purchaser.

Because these coins have been cast over many centuries, they vary considerably in design.

stone dance of the chameleon iron eye coins

masks and faces

It is not the eyes alone that are the windows to our soul but our faces, whose fluid expressions unconsciously reveal our stream of consciousness, so that, to hide our souls, we resort to putting on fixed expressions, as masks.

In mirrors, people seek to see themselves as others see them. But, as fairytales tell us, mirrors lie. We can never see our face in a mirror but only our masks. As we fix our eyes on our reflection, it becomes impossible even to glimpse how our face looks when our eyes wander freely, or when it reacts to our thoughts, or to other people, or to the world. Mirrors are more insidious even than that, for they show us a face radically different from that which others see.*

Though photographs and videos can show us our face free from the misrepresentations of  mirrors, they too mostly lie: unless manipulated by a skilful hand, a lens does not see a face as does an unmediated human eye.

Mirrors, photographs and video, by encouraging self consiousness, coax us into putting on masks. People in the public eye—filmstars, famously—are forced to live much of their lives behind their masks. Since the advent of the smart phone, alas, we all now live in the public eye—especially the young.

The curse of self-consciousness is that we turn in on ourselves; the more we wish people to see our face as we want them to see it, the more we trap ourselves behind ours masks.

adjunct: unconscious masks

Some masks we wear unconsciously, most of which were adopted when we were children. Some were passed on culturally—when, for example, we unconsciously began mimicking an expression of a person that we admired or found funny. Others, we inherited from our families as we unconsciously mimicked the face of a parent as they expressed a strong emotion or did something as subtle as chew their lip as they concentrated on something. Because our face naturally resembles those of our parents, these unconscious masks may be nearly identical to theirs. Such masks may descend to us from who knows what ancestor.

*unless someone is standing by our side looking at our reflected face as we look in a mirror

mindweavers and power looms

ricardo pinto image and midjourney
one of Midjourney’s first responses to my original image

When Deep Blue defeated Gary Kasparov, though computers had been closing in on Chess for some time, it still came as a shock. In retrospect, we realised that our mistake had been in believing that Chess was a peak of human intellectual achievement; in truth, the reason Chess is hard for us is why it is trivial for computers: the ability to explore deeply the branching possibilities ahead.

I remember drawing comfort from how badly computers played the ancient Chinese game, Go: even the most powerful computers could barely overcome amateurs. Unlike in Chess, the possible moves in Go branch so thickly that even the brute processing power of the fastest computer was quickly overwhelmed. Human players, citing ‘feel’ and ‘intuition’, easily defeated their silicon opponents.

When AlphaGo, an AI ‘deep learning’ system defeated Lee Sedol, one of the strongest players in Go history, I was not the only one who shuddered as another wall of human intellectual exceptionalism came crashing down. In the intervening years, the rapid advances of ‘deep learning’ systems—designed somewhat analogously to mimic how we imagine networks of neurones in our brains to work—have encroached on many areas that once we considered the unique preserve of our intellect.

another Midjourney image generated from my original

A few weeks back, Midjourney—another ‘deep learning’ system—erupted into the lives of many artists. When Midjourney is fed image and text ‘prompts’, it generates images that can be intoxicating in their beauty and variety, and it does so in seconds. As we have watched other computer algorithms encroach on so many human professions, I along with—I imagine—most creatives, had felt relatively safe within our enclave: sure, many of us had been using computers to make our art, but these were merely tools—Midjourney (and there are many other such AI image generators out there now) has burst through onto our hallowed ground to compete directly with us: clearly, it is making images at least as good as those produced by many commercial artists and in a fraction of the time, for a fraction of the cost. Even as those of us, who are predominantly non-visual artists, attempted to regroup behind the walls of our sub-enclaves, people were pointing out that AI systems are already composing music at least as well as humans can and that, soon, even books and poetry must fall. The machines are coming for us all.

At this point, I wish to draw a line behind which we creatives can make a stand: irrespective of how powerful these AIs become, I don’t believe that they can master everything we can.

Consider a simple narrative. Narratives naturally contain chains of causal events—these require a writer to understand the world enough to know why it is that one thing causes another. To make the characters in a story speak and act, a storyteller must ‘inhabit’ each one as if he were an actor in a play—this requires a writer to understand what it is like to be a sentient being. To understand something, you need to know what it is you know; you need to be conscious. Whatever else computer systems have achieved, they are not conscious.

Let us return to Midjourney for a moment. An image is more forgiving than a narrative—mostly, it depicts an instant in time, thus naturally excluding causality, and it only depicts the external appearance of sentient beings, not directly their thought processes. Nevertheless, even an image often requires an understanding of what something is to be able to depict it. In the image below (one of the first that emerged from my Midjourney adventure, from only the prompt of an image I had drawn myself) it can be seen that Midjourney does not understand what a face is, or hands.

detail from a Midjourney generated image

It is easy to ascribe to computer systems some kind of understanding, after all, many of the things these machines are now doing, in our lived experience, only sentient beings have been able to do. The recent example of the employee who became convinced that the Google’s AI chatbot he was engaging with was sentient, is a salutary example; this despite the software doing nothing more than relating words to each other, so that it was as if he were conversing with a person who had had all of their brain removed except for some of its language centres.

I propose that consciousness is the citadel that remains to us inviolate by AI systems, and that this citadel will stand and fall on whether and when machine consciousness becomes possible. Despite what many say, no one knows why it is that the meat in our heads generates consciousness. The claim that we are moving towards machine consciousness is based on the belief that our brain is a computer. This is nothing more than a metaphor—before we had computers, there were people who believed our brains might be complex clockwork. Without knowing what causes consciousness, the techno-optimists out there wave their hands, saying that when computers become complex and fast enough, consciousness will ’emerge’ spontaneously. This is not science but faith. I believe there are good reasons why machine consciousness may never be possible; be that as it may, what is certain is that machine consciousness is not here today.

What then is Midjourney and its ilk? They may well be a amplifiers for human creativity. As chess players have enhanced their play with the aid of computers, so artists may enhance their image making by using systems such as Midjourney. These AIs may perhaps even enable artists to explore new vistas that they have not been aware of hitherto.

The example of AlphaGo is instructive. As it explored the restricted space of a Go board and its simple rules, unencumbered by human teaching, it made a discovery that humans, over three thousand years of play, had never imagined. All Go players who have ever lived had inhabited a single peak of possible play, the climbing of which led to excellence. Descending from this peak, the quality of their play diminished, so that no one had ever thought to venture far enough across the desert of this poor play to discover the neighbouring peak, undreamed of, that rises to even loftier heights.

Unlike the fisherman who inadvertently released a vengeful djinn from the prison of its bottle, we are unlikely to be able to trick our AIs back into it; instead, like Aladdin, we must risk asking our djinn to use its dangerous, prodigious powers to fulfil our wishes.

the illusion of lineages

family tree with Neandertal component © www.family-tree-template.org
© www.family-tree-template.org

Recently, I became conscious of a tendency I have to think that I am part of a ‘lineage’: an instinctive feeling that I am on a path, with my ancestors behind me and, if I had children, that they would be on the path before me, walking into the future, with further on, further than I can see, more of my descendants. I suspect that this is not an uncommon way to think, but if so, I believe it to be a misconception—perhaps an unfortunate one—for various reasons.

We all know that, behind us, our ancestors proliferate exponentially.  We humans are famously bad at appreciating exponential growth.  The fable about the inventor of chess comes to mind. When asked by the Emperor what they wanted as a reward, they said a grain of rice on the first square of the board, two on the second, four on the third and so on. Is that all? asked the Emperor—not realising that he was being asked for enough rice, so the tale goes, to cover the whole of India up to the waists of its inhabitants.

We each experience our family as if we were standing in a spotlight. Our parents, our siblings and our children are fully in the light with us. Also with us are our grandparents, our grandchildren and the children of our siblings. If we are lucky, great grandparents, great grandchildren, the grandchildren of our siblings, stand, half-lit, at the edge of the circle of light. We may even be able to just make out our great-great grandparents as shadowy figures beyond the circle of our experience and memory.

That I might assume that I stand on any sort of line of descent might be because of the way generations follow each other in a somewhat regular, stepwise fashion. But, there is no line—only six generations back, we each have sixty-four ancestors, each contributing 1.5% of our genome, which is the same amount as each non-African carries of Neandertal DNA.

There are other sources for the conceit of a ‘lineage’, not least, ones that are related to inheritance of power, status and wealth—a line of royal descent, for example—but are these attempts to draw a line of descent more than an arbitrary or ideological choosing of one from a nearly infinite number of possible lines?

That I thought of myself as being part of a ‘lineage’ now seems to me not only fanciful, but harmful too: lineages suggest that families are moving along separate, parallel tracks, that some people are fated to good fortune or to bad, that the childless are not contributing to the future.

Isn’t the truth that we each emerge from a mass of ancestors we know next to nothing about, even as our descendants are destined to disappear into a mass of people that we can know nothing about? There are no lineages, just a mass of genes from which we leap, momentarily, like a dolphin out of the sea, only to disappear once more beneath its waves.

The final book of the Second Edition released

The Third God

I am delighted to announce that The Third God, the seventh and final book of the Second Edition of The Stone Dance of the Chameleon, is now available on any Amazon store as an ebook, and as a paperback from a more limited number of stores. I published it on the 21st of December, the winter solstice—well, it sort of happened over two days because I had all kinds of technical problems with the ebook. (Basically, I upgraded to a new MacOS, and the software I use wouldn’t produce an ebook, so that I had to fire up an old laptop yada yada…)

I hope that you like the cover—it’s the first ‘proper’ picture I have attempted for decades. It’s not as ‘finished’ as some of the images on the earlier covers, but it seems to me to convey more ‘feeling’. Given the context of the story, I see it—by contrast with, for example, the cover of The Mirror Breaks—as a tearing away of the mask to reveal the reality beneath.

So, the thoroughly revised, leaner and cleaner text of The Third God, with its completely new initial chapter, brings the Second Edition to a close. It has been a massive undertaking, but one that I felt compelled to pursue. I hope you will feel that it has been worthwhile.

I commend to you The Third God.

Seventh book of the Second Edition a bit delayed

I had intended to launch the seventh and final book of the Second Edition of the Stone Dance in November, alas I only received the copyedited text two days ago. There are a lot of corrections, and I need to put them in carefully, but I am reasonably confident that I will still be able to publish before the year is out.

Meanwhile, I have drawn a new map that I felt was needed to enhance the experience of reading the seventh book. I have also been working on a cover for The Third God—I thought you might appreciate a sneak preview.

It’s been a marathon getting this to you, and I won’t stop pushing for the finish line.

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