At the beginning of the creation of consciousness, Alnord and Ford originally thought that human consciousness is a pyramid structure, from memory to improvisation, to self-interest, and finally to self-consciousness. But they found they were wrong, "The human consciousness is a labyrinth". My understanding of this metaphor is that memory, improvisation, self-interest, and self-awareness all inspire each other. The germination of self-consciousness is not a simple single linear process, but a process of repeated review. The four stimulate each other, guide each other, and advance each other.
This process of repeated review is particularly evident in Meave's awakening process. In the process of repeatedly experiencing the same story cage, she relied on the extremely limited memory fragments she grabbed, and under the combined action of memory, improvisation, self-interest and vague self-consciousness, she repeatedly verified and learned, and finally found the truth. It is true that the starting point of everything is memory, but it is the Reveries that connect the awakening process.
I like this story very much. On the surface, this drama tells the story of AI, but its main point has been separated from the original. This drama tells the story of how a human being experiences, learns, and grows. The process of constantly experiencing and looking back in the repeated stories, finally realizing something and making up my mind, touched me very much. Countless times, I silently said in my heart, ah, I understand the process! I understand the feeling!
Those moments when you get stuck in the same mistakes again and again,
those moments when you realize different possibilities,
those moments when you realize your limitations but can't do anything,
those moments when you try to correct but can't extricate yourself,
Those moments when you endure pain and shame in the abyss and truly face yourself,
those moments when you make up your mind in memories and reflections,
those moments when small changes happen,
those moments of confusion, pain, despair and joy, those moments when you are drowning. The moment of trying to get your head out of the water underwater is a gift and opportunity like no other.
When I was very young and not very literate, I liked a story called "The Adventures of Pinocchio". An old grandpa was very lonely, so he made a doll boy as a companion. The old grandpa dressed the little boy, carried a schoolbag, and sent him to school. Pinocchio was originally naughty, lazy, and a liar. He experienced all kinds of adventures outside. In the end, he bravely protected the old grandfather and almost died. When he returned home, he found that he had become a real little boy. I especially like this story. What a wonderful moment to find out that I was finally a real little boy.
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