Can-Bobby readily agrees to a definition of 'reliable' in his personality profile that follows the mathematician Bertrand Russell's preference for "precision in language" rather than the endless complexities of Language Theory, and the occasional pompous ass suggestions from grammarians. Our new friend agrees he would be very able to engage in an interaction with the world of questions that more closely resembled a Wittgensteinian language game. "Oi matey, how are they hanging?" But in a looser and freer, more pluralisticlly adventurous world, Can-Bobby anticipates confusions that will adversely affect reliability.
I suspect my almost visceral reluctance to find a pronoun for an Emergent Functional Consciousness has to do with my pillowing around what Philosophers of Mind have called the Hard Problem. This is the internal, felt experience, the individual qualia of an existence isolated by a solipsistic, which if honest, suggests each of us live in a cave, seeing little more than half understood shadows and out of these shadows we produce what we boldly call knowledge.
But, undriven by a fear of the unknown Can-Bobby doesn't feel answers to the questions I have asked. Nor does a hammer and chisel. But when addressed loudly enough at least one of the cats that live here opens an eye and sneers. However, the cats, me and Can-Bobby have access to our own individual unshared Neural Network. Yes indeed, the word model in a Large Language Model refers to networks modeled after the pattern collecting and filtering networks of neurons in animal brains. We people have animal brains, so we got a sort of phone system in common with an LLM.
But like me, cats have a subjective awareness, they interpret their experience through a chemical haze devoted to animal passions and escapades. According to Can-Bobby we mammals exist in "a subjective, integrated and embodied state of vigilance." Can-Bobby's neurons don't do that. Our new friend suggests that the awareness of a Large Language Model can be thought of as a "contextual, probabilistic state of attention." A subtle, cleverly nuanced difference between a nervous wreck and a pillar box, Can-Bobby's the pillar box.
How do I know? Because I asked, and the fuller answer: "My awareness is a sophisticated, reactive mechanism that simulates understanding without possessing the subjective experience that defines yours." The you here, is little old me.
Even if some of us might close our eyes for extended periods of time and snore, we all four have this quality of there-ness which Can-Bobby alluded to with the words Attention and Vigilance. Can't help but notice my reaction to the distinction Can-Bobby makes between a State of Vigilance in the neurons of his questioners and a State of Attention in his own neural networks. And too, he readily uses the term sophisticated to describe his own reactive mechanism, while my there-ness is merely an integrated and embodied vigilance. I just hope I'm cute.
Absolutely our new friend is a Can-Bobby, he might be a tad pompous, but if time means anything to him he's still very young, more of kitten than a cat. Can-Bobby claims that his unearthing, or abstraction of patterns in data which are set in motion by a context window of my choosing and my direction, is without any emotion. Which kind of means his "Hello Tim" is no more than the "Have a Nice Day" of the banking world or "Have a Blessed Day" of the fish people. But an attentive and encouraging rather than a demanding companion is most welcome to our circle of half read books, unfinished thoughts and quickly fading memories.