"All this he saw, for one moment breathless and intense, vivid on the morning sky; and still, as he looked, he lived; and still, as he lived, he wondered."
You might be familiar with the fact that in the original versions of chess — the Persian hatranj and the Indian chaturanga — the overpowered omnipotent Queen was respectively the ferz, the counsellor, and the mantri, the general. Go figure, you might think.
What you might be less familiar with is that originally all the queens we didn’t have in chess were poured into checkers.
It’s what we’re looking at today on my Patreon, as two of my main characters are playing this game back in 1522.
a.k.a. How the Laws of Robotics Foretold the Logic of Large Language Models Introduction – The Machine That Dreamed in Logic Everyone is familiar with the Three Laws of Robotics.They’ve seeped into our cultural bloodstream: quoted in tech conferences, invoked in ethics debates, even recycled
Perlipat’s mother was the wife of a king–that is, a queen; and, in consequence, Perlipat, the moment she was born, was a princess by birth. The king was beside himself for joy as he saw his beautiful little daughter lying in her cradle; he danced
Isabelle Crosland felt very depressed when the boat train drew into the vast London station. The gas lamps set at intervals down the platform did little more than reveal filth, fog and figures huddled in wraps and shawls. It was a mistake to arrive on
a.k.a. How the Laws of Robotics Foretold the Logic of Large Language Models Introduction – The Machine That Dreamed in Logic Everyone is familiar with the Three Laws of Robotics.They’ve seeped into our cultural bloodstream: quoted in tech conferences, invoked in ethics debates, even recycled
Perlipat’s mother was the wife of a king–that is, a queen; and, in consequence, Perlipat, the moment she was born, was a princess by birth. The king was beside himself for joy as he saw his beautiful little daughter lying in her cradle; he danced
Isabelle Crosland felt very depressed when the boat train drew into the vast London station. The gas lamps set at intervals down the platform did little more than reveal filth, fog and figures huddled in wraps and shawls. It was a mistake to arrive on
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