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On The Coming Robot Apocalypse

On watching the latest mess unfold in Tripoli, it occurs to me that real revolutions don't really have battles, or martyrs, or new flags. Real revolutions take place so slowly, and so completely, that you never really notice until it's too late. Take computers, for instance. In a few short decades they've gone from rare oddities to items that civilisation rely on to continue existing. And as we embrace our electronic "helpers", we are less and less likely to question exactly how they reshape our reality. A true revolution is never questioned.

At last month's TEDGlobal conference, algorithm expert Kevin Slavin delivered one of the tech show's most "sit up and take notice" speeches where he warned that the "maths that computers use to decide stuff" was infiltrating every aspect of our lives.

Among the examples he cited were a robo-cleaner that maps out the best way to do housework, and the online trading algorithms that are increasingly controlling Wall Street.

"We are writing these things that we can no longer read," warned Mr Slavin.

"We've rendered something illegible. And we've lost the sense of what's actually happening in this world we've made."

Right on, Kevin. It's not about not seeing the wood for the trees, it's becoming about not seeing the bark for the wood. The complexity of things only ever increases, and that's bad news for, you know, us puny humans who rely on infrastructures that are rapidly getting out of our control, simply because they're becoming harder to understand.

Algorithms may be cleverer than humans but they don't necessarily have our sense of perspective - a failing that became evident when Amazon's price-setting code went to war with itself earlier this year.

"The Making of a Fly" - a book about the molecular biology of a fly from egg to fully-fledged insect - may have been a riveting read but it almost certainly didn't deserve a price tag of $23.6m (£14.3m).

It hit that figure briefly on the site after the algorithms used by Amazon to set and update prices started outbidding each other.

It is a small taste of the chaos that can be caused when code gets smart enough to operate without human intervention, thinks Mr Slavin.

- bbc.co.uk/

Ponder this: Who really controls how we see the internet? Is it the directors and engineers of Google, or the overly-complex algorithms that those engineers created and refined over the last decade or so? Once you understand the nature of that question, you see the implications of what we will inevitably end up with: An automated world, where we sit uncomfortably squashed in as the superfluous organic component of a vast system of directives. What will we do?



Film Review: Captain America: The First Avenger.

Sigh. There's no denying that America's reputation has taken one hell of a battering over the last ten years. The attacks of 9/11 have seemed to brought out the worst, as well as occaisional glimpses of the best, in both the people and the leadership. The standing of America now is such that the idea of a virtuous Captain America, living up to everything America wants to be, bringing freedom and justice to all, while draped in the red white and blue, is frankly more than ludicrous, it is offensive. Frankly, I'm a little surprised they didn't laugh the pitch out of the office. Perhaps that's the main reason why the film is set in World War 2, back when America was still the good guy. It's really the only way this film could work.

Chris Evans plays Steve, a scrawny Brooklyn kid with a lot of moxie, who is accepted into America's Secret Super Soldier program and, soon after being turned into the prototypical super soldier, becomes the one and only when the genius scientist is killed by Nazis in an attempt to steal the formula. Relegated by a long-suffering Tommy Lee Jones to being essentially an animated recruitment poster, complete with patriotic outfit, the Captain nevertheless manages to get into combat in a daring raid to save his buddies, which brings him face to (a) face with this film's nemesis, Nazi General Hugo Weaving, who's trying to out-Hitler Hitler, with the monomaniacal plans, big speeches, and all around unpleasantness. He's using an old Norse myth to uncover a powerful energy device that he's naturally weaponised in order to drop massive bombs on various American cities. Can the Cap catch up to him in time to stop the evil plan? Well since the film starts off with a modern sequence where Arctic explorers find the frozen Cap in the crashed plane, not to mention the point that America wasn't bombed in WW2 by some crazed Nazi in a giant Stealth Bomber, it's fair to say that at no point in this movie are we ever in any kind of suspense

It's something of a pity that this film even exists. It can't be set in modern times because the audiences would puke from all the hypocriticalness. And yet setting it in the past makes it irrelevant and predictable. Much like the lead character, the film is pleasant enough, but there's no edge to it at all. No character, no menace, just a nice guy in an odd outfit, punching Nazis. Basically, like the recent Thor movie, what we have here is introductory filler, an entre, a set up for the oncoming Avengers movie which has the Cap as one of it's members. Could it really be worth all this preparation? They effectively could have encapsulated this whole film with a 5-minute intro. I don't know whether the Avengers will be any good or not, but a film that requires this many movie-length trailers to sufficiently setup the audience is either going to be ridiculous or inspired. Two Distressed Leather Jackets out of Five.


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