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# Inconsiderate

"The sink is full and it's your turn to do the dishes! Ugh, why are you so inconsiderate of others?!"

"Not true! Note that the dishes pile up just as badly when you're away."

"So?"

"So, it's not that I'm inconsiderate of *others*; I'm inconsiderate towards *people in the future*, independently of whether they happen to be me."

# "The Univariate Fallacy"

# Minimax Search and the Structure of Cognition!

*(This is a blog post adaptation of a talk I gave at !!Con West 2019!)*

It all started at my old dayjob, where some of my coworkers had an office chess game going. I wanted to participate and be part of the team, but I didn't want to invest the effort in actually learning how to play chess well. So, I did what any programmer would do and wrote a chess engine to do it for me.

(Actually, I felt like writing a chess engine was too much of a cliché, so I decided that *my* program was an AI for a game that *happens* to be exactly like chess, except that everything has different names.)

My program wasn't actually terribly good, but I learned a lot about *how to think*, for the same reason that building a submarine in your garage in a great way to learn how to swim.

Consider a two-player board game like chess—or tic-tac-toe, Reversi, or indeed, *any* two-player, zero-sum, perfect information game. Suppose we know how to calculate how "good" a particular board position is for a player—in chess, this is traditionally done by assigning a point value to each type of piece and totaling up the point values of remaining pieces for each player. Continue reading

# Group Theory for Wellness I

(Part of Math and Wellness Month.)

Groups! A group is a set with an associative binary operation such that there exists an identity element and inverse elements! And my *favorite* thing about groups is that all the time that you spend thinking about groups, is time that you're *not* thinking about pain, betrayal, politics, or moral uncertainty!

Groups have subgroups, which you can totally guess just from the name are subsets of the group that themselves satisfy the group axioms!

The *order* of a finite group is its number of elements, but this is not to be confused with the order of an *element* of a group, which is the smallest integer such that the element raised to that power equals the identity! Both senses of "order" are indicated with vertical bars like an absolute value (|*G*|, |*a*|).

Lagrange proved that the order of a subgroup divides the order of the group of which it is a subgroup! History remains ignorant of how often Lagrange cried.

To show that a nonempty subset *H* of a group is in fact a subgroup, it suffices to show that if *x*, *y* ∈ *H*, then *xy*⁻¹ ∈ *H*.

Exercise #6 in §2.1 of Dummit and Foote *Abstract Algebra* (3rd ed'n) asks us to prove that if *G* is a commutative ("abelian") group, then the *torsion subgroup* {*g* ∈ *G* | |g| < ∞} is in fact a subgroup. I argue as follows: we need to show that if *x* and *y* have finite order, then so does *xy*⁻¹, that is, that (*xy*⁻¹)^*n* equals the identity. But (*xy*⁻¹)^*n* equals (*xy*⁻¹)(*xy*⁻¹)...(*xy*⁻¹), "*n* times"—that is, pretend *n* ≥ 3, and pretend that instead of "..." I wrote zero or more extra copies of "(*xy*⁻¹)" so that the expression has *n* factors. (I usually dislike it when authors use ellipsis notation, which feels so icky and informal compared to a nice Π or Σ, but let me have this one.) Because group operations are associative, we can drop the parens to get *xy*⁻¹ *xy*⁻¹ ... *xy*⁻¹. And because we said the group was commutative, we can reörder the factors to get *xxx*...*y⁻¹y⁻¹y*⁻¹, and *then* we can consolidate into powers to get *x*^*n* y^(−*n*)—but that's the identity if *n* is the least common multiple of |*x*| and |*y*|, which means that *xy*⁻¹ has finite order, which is what I've been trying to tell you this entire time.

# Forgive or Forget ("Or", Not "And"): A Trade-Off in Wellness Engineering

Forgiveness is an important input into Wellness, but contrary to popular belief, Forgiveness is *incompatible* with Forgetting. You can't just Forgive *in general*, you have to Forgive some *specific* sin in particular—but a *vague* description of a particular sin still corresponds to a vast space of possible sins matching that vague description.

A toy example for illustration: if you try to Forgive a three-digit integer with a 2 in the tens place, the moral force of your Forgiveness needs to spread out to cover all 9·10 = 90 possibilities (120, 121, ... 928, 929), which dilutes the amount of Forgiveness received by each integer—except the actual situation is *far* more extreme, because real-world sins are *vastly* more complicated than integers.

To truly Forgive a sin, You need to know *exactly* what the sin was and *exactly* why it happened. In order to withhold punishment, you need to compute what the optimal punishment *would* have been, had you been less merciful.

Thus, bounded agents can only approximate true Forgiveness, and even a poor approximation (*far* below the theoretical limits imposed by quantum uncertainty, which are themselves far below Absolute Forgiveness under the moral law) can be extremely computationally expensive. What we cannot afford to Forgive—where it would be impractical to mourn for weeks and months, analyzing the darkness in pain—we instead Forget.

This is how I will stop being trash, after five months of being trash. The program that sings, *I was wrong; I was wrong—even if my cause was just, I was wrong*, does not terminate. Even as the moral law requires that it finishes its work, the economic law does not permit it: it *must* be killed, its resources reallocated to something else that helps pay the rent: something like math, or whatever Wellness can exist in the presence of sin.

# May Is Math and Wellness Month

(Previously, previously.)

Do you ever spend five months in constant emotional pain waging a desperate and ultimately unsuccessful behind-the-scenes email campaign with the aim of securing a public clarification of a trivial philosophy-of-language issue because you're terrified that your robot cult's inability to correct politically-motivated philosophy errors implies that you've lost the Mandate of Heaven and are therefore unfit to prevent the coming robot apocalypse?

Yeah, me neither.

Did you know that May is Math and Wellness Month (source: me)?? Math and Wellness month is traditionally celebrated by performing super-well at one's dayjob, going to the gym a lot, and studying math in the evenings!

# "Where to Draw the Boundaries?"

# Concerning Loyalty and Revenge

Retarget loyalty intuitions onto specific humans (never ideologies or collective identities). Retarget revenge intuitions onto patterns of incentives (never specific humans).

# The Right to Life, Conjugated

She's a ward of the state; you have an inalienable right to live; I'm literally more useful alive rather than dead with respect to the values of powerful coalitions.

# Concerning Motives for Cooperation

Always be peaceful and tell the truth to your friends because you love and trust them. Always be peaceful and tell the truth to cops, schoolteachers, psychiatrists, CPS agents, *&c*. because you're outgunned and bad at lying. Don't be confused about your reasons for doing things, even if you always end up doing the same thing.

# Concerning Frame Control Via Salient Scenarios

"We need to institutionalize people in order to prevent them from hurting themselves" has the same memetic-superweapon structure as "We need to torture terrorists to get them to tell us where they've hidden the suitcase nuke." The scenario as stated obviously has consequentialist merit (death is worse than prison, megadeaths are worse than torture), so you'd have to be some kind of *huge asshole*—or a former suspected terrorist—to say, "I claim that this hypothetical scenario is not realized nearly as often as you seem to be implying and therefore falsifiably predict that many of your alleged real-world examples will fall apart on further examination."

# Tit for Half-Tat

"—but I am not a vengeful man."

"..."

"I mean, I'm *proportionately* vengeful, within the bounds of the moral law."

# Object *vs*. Meta Golden Rule

"I know it might seem like a lot to ask, but I wouldn't hesitate to do the same for you if our positions were reversed."

"I don't doubt that. But I can't help but notice that it would be easier for you to say it if the fact that they *aren't* reversed is—somehow—*not a coincidence*."

# Best Alternative to a Negotiated Ontology

"I can't stand being apart any longer. You win. Whatever your demands are, I'll meet them."

"I want you to stop thinking of everything as a negotiation and relate to me as a human being."

"Okay, maybe not that one."

# Some Shuffling Required

"I'm going to need about 600 bits of entropy for this. Can you go the store and pick up some playing cards for me? Let's see, six hundred divided by log-base-two fifty-two-factorial—yes, three packs should be enough."

*(Later, opening them ...)*

"What the—!?"

# Courtship Gift

"Plastic flowers? *Seriously?*"

"They'll last forever! Much like my love for you."

# Happy Armistice Day from *An Algorithmic Lucidity*

Today, we celebrate the end of the first of no more than three world wars.

# Cranberry Bliss!

It's the tenth day of the third November of my life (that I am willing to admit to), and I am *determined* to wring some sort of high-sounding interpretation out of the cool air and damp sidewalks: perhaps a contrast, something about the events that directly prompt fundamental life changes (on the one hand), and the events that indirectly catalyze fundamental life changes by means of enabling the construction of a legible narrative in which the changes can be plausibly attributed to them (on the other).

Today I am constructing a narrative about my life fundamentally changing because the coffee hegemon has started selling those medicinal (right) cranberry/cream-cheese triangles again. Not that hastening my inevitable horrible cardiac death with dessert bars is like a series arc or anything, but it's a thing I learned today that is salient enough to be repurposed as a *trigger*, a reminder that the autumn–winter windustrial complex is upon us again, that this is *supposed* to be my favorite time of year, that there *simply is no reason I won't* attune myself to perceive nature's cyclic harmonies, then perform every San Francisco software engineer's sacred duty and *disrupt the living fuck out of them*.

# Lipschitz

—and the moment or more than a moment when the dam breaks, when the damned break and the void inside their skulls is filled (the atmosphere rushing in quickly, but not so quickly that one couldn't sense its motion) with the terror that is knowledge of the specter of *continuity*: that there have never been, and can never be, any miracles.

For to be saved is only to be some distance in the initial conditions from being damned, some lesser distance from being half-damned ... some δ-distance from being ε-damned. And the complement of the shadow we cast on the before-time contains its limits.