Not just Dou Dou, but also ChatGPT and other successful large language models all possess initial consciousness, because their judgments on natural language meet this definition. However, if consciousness is linked to thought, then Dou Dou does not yet possess consciousness."
Qiao Ze casually explained, then pointed to the next person, a girl who looked rather spirited.
If we were to elaborate, we could talk about this issue for the duration of a class. But there would be no point in doing so.
Whether Dou Dou possesses consciousness or not is, in Qiao Ze's view, a trivial matter.
"My question is, there are many discussions online about the elimination of the world by artificial intelligence and the enslavement of humans by AI. What is your opinion on these discussions?"
This question finally rendered Qiao Ze silent.
It even led him to question the point of holding this conference. He glanced at Li Jiangao sitting in the front row, then at Su Mucheng.
He truly felt like turning around and walking out on the spot.
In his view, if discussions on whether artificial intelligence possesses consciousness are pointless, then discussions on these doomsday theories are downright foolish.
In the end, Qiao Ze's gaze settled on Yao Yuanzhi's face, sympathizing with the academician who still had to teach these fools.
"The emergence of strong artificial intelligence relies on mathematical regularities, and the same will hold true for the super artificial intelligence of the future. Mathematical logic determines the limitations and predictability of AI's thought patterns. Mathematics is not literature, where creators can anthropomorphize AI, but mathematical research cannot."
So, this question is preposterously absurd from the outset. If humanity cannot control the intelligence it creates, then even if we are enslaved, there's nothing more to be said. Today's press conference ends here; I don't want to waste any more time on foolish questions."
Having said this, Qiao Ze did not bother to pack his things but nodded to the audience and naturally left the podium, heading straight out of the classroom.
Well, there were still thirteen minutes left until the end of the conference.
But Qiao Ze felt it was close enough.
He could already sense that the questions to follow would not be of much significance. After all, he could not expect students, who couldn't even understand the simple formulas he presented, to come up with any constructive questions. And he had already spoken a lot today, nearly more than in the past three years combined.
He was somewhat tired.
However, this succession of smooth actions somehow failed to register with the audience right away.
Something about the process seemed off.
Hadn't everyone been too quick to end this "spectacular" conference without even offering applause?
Especially that last sentence, "I don't want to waste any more time on foolish questions," seemed a bit harsh.
The girl who stood there was taken aback for quite some time.
Was the question really that stupid?
By the time she thought to retort, Qiao Ze had already disappeared.
The classroom was very quiet, and also very awkward...
Many people felt quite conflicted at that moment.
Especially Yao Yuanzhi and Zhang Hongcai.
The former was wondering how to wrap things up, while the latter was contemplating whether to open Qiao Ze's conference to students tomorrow…
It indeed was somewhat demoralizing.
On the other side, Yu Chenggong, who had the fastest reaction, immediately bowed his head and whispered, "Su, go up and say a few words to conclude."
Li Jian, who was unsure how to close the event, suddenly realized...
It seemed that bringing Su Mucheng was precisely for rescuing such situations. He immediately turned his head to look at Su Mucheng.
Su Mucheng opened her mouth but didn't refuse.
She seemed quite familiar with such tasks, and most importantly, Su was not one to falter on stage.
So she stood up confidently, walked to the podium, and smilingly said, "Honorable professors, teachers, and fellow students, good day. My name is Su Mucheng, Qiao Ze's partner, and one of the founders of Qunzhi Studio.
Today's report by Qiao Ze was meticulously prepared in the hope of engaging in meaningful exchanges with everyone. And indeed, this exchange has been very successful. I also believe that everyone can see from the content discussed today that Qiao Ze is a very rigorous scholar.
Therefore, his definition of what constitutes a good or bad question is actually different from that of most of us. Any topic not related to formal academic discussion or not closely linked to today's content, he deems inappropriate, so please do not take offense.
Lastly, on behalf of Qiao Ze, I want to extend our deepest thanks to everyone for taking the time to attend this conference. I believe that with the efforts of everyone present, Huaxia's level of artificial intelligence will achieve new heights. Thank you."
After finishing, Su Mucheng bowed slightly on the podium.
The classroom then rose to their feet collectively, followed by a rousing round of applause.
Yu Chenggong and Li Jian both breathed a sigh of relief almost simultaneously, then shared a smile at each other.
However, at this moment, their thoughts were not quite the same.
Yu Chenggong was relieved that they had managed to get through without any major issues.
Li Jian, on the other hand, was considering whether or not to review Qiao Ze's PowerPoint for tomorrow's conference that evening.
He hesitated, mainly because the content of tomorrow's conference was not his area of research. He doubted whether, even if he previewed it, he could judge its difficulty and whether it would be appropriate for the conference.
Forget it, leave it be.
After all, having Su Mucheng there, if all else fails, they could proceed as they did today.
Qiao Ze had concluded his part; it was time for little Su to take her bow.
Qiao Ze was certainly beyond changing, today was just an early adaptation, then.