Hallucination should not be a dirty word

 

One of my local schools, just down the road, is the Creative Computing Institute, part of University of the Arts London.

I was honoured to be a judge at the recent CCI Summer Festival. Students from the BSc and diploma courses were showing their projects.

Here’s the press piece: Creative industries experts recognise exceptional student work at the UAL Creative Computing Institute Summer Festival.

There was so much great work. All the awards have amazing winners, and there were many other projects right up there too.


I was awarding for Innovative Materials: "redefining the ways in which we use and conceive of the ‘stuff’ of computing practice."

Congratulations to the winners, Gus Binnersley, Kay Chapman, and Rebecca De Las Casas, for Talking to Strangers.

Artists’ statement: Talking to Strangers explores early theories of language development and symbiotic interspecies communication. Inspired by the work of linguist Jan Baudouin de Courtenay, this game of telephone explores his ‘bow-wow’ theory, which suggests that the beginnings of language involve progenitors mimicking sounds in their natural environment.

Ok I want to say something about this work and why it spoke to me, and about AI and hallucinations.


Let me describe the project, because I can’t find any pictures online:

  • Two sheets of metal hanging from the ceiling. Two telephone handsets, one at each end.
  • Speaking into a phone, your voice is transformed into different signals, transmitted through the metal, and reconstructed at the far end – that’s the game of telephone.
  • If you scratch or tap the metal, adding noise along the transmission path, the scratches and taps are reconstructed into what sounds like a voice.

Now my personal scoring rubric, for this particular award, was for using the material of computing - signal in the case of this project - as an intrinsic part of the work. And to tell a story about that material, rather than using it in service of another story.

And the story about the continuity of data is an interesting one. Voice remains regardless of the substrate. The invention of the category of data is a big deal!

But data-as-material is a well-trodden investigation.

SO:

What grabbed me here was the accidental voice reconstruction.

The project group used machine learning voice changing software, off the shelf, made for streamers.

The scratches and taps on the metal were transformed by the proto-AI into fragments of voice: burbles and syllables that sound something like a person speaking, but not quite. You strain to hear.

(I didn’t ask but I got the impression that the group didn’t originally intend for this to be part of their project, even though it was part of their demo by the time I spoke with them. That’s what you get from working directly with material.)

And this is something new:

Where does the voice come from?

Novelty in the signal.


Signal vs noise.

The story of the our networked age is noise. Data rot. Lossy compression. Entropy. Message attenuation over distance and time. Lost in translation.

And yet - with modern gen-AI - something new: Novelty on the wire. Originality from… somewhere?

If we’re to take that idea seriously then first we need to encounter it and experience it for ourselves.

That’s the work that Talking to Strangers was embarking on, for me.

The project had put its finger on brand new ‘stuff’, so new we can barely see it, but it found it somehow and that’s special.


Because novelty from computers is special.

I think it’s hard to come to terms with originality from computers and AI because it’s so counter to our experience of what data does.

But I was using a prototype of an AI system yesterday and the bot said back to me:

Oh, that reminds me of the time I accidentally entangled my toaster with my neighbor’s cat. Poor Mr. Whiskers meowed in binary code for a week!

A trivial example. But like, where does this even come from?

Here’s one of my posts from September 2020, just after I used GPT-3 for the first time:

Here’s what I didn’t expect: GPT-3 is capable of original, creative ideas.

(It had told me about a three-mile wide black ring deep in the Pacific Ocean.)

Now, we call these “hallucinations” and the AI engineers try to hammer it out, and people swap prompts to steer outputs with great reliability. Apple Intelligence irons out world knowledge, SearchGPT gives chatbots ground truth.

It’s so easy to dismiss any output that looks new, calling it just a recombination of training data fed through the wood chipper. We often resist the idea that originality might be possible.

But here’s a thought: a major source of new knowledge and creativity for us humans is connecting together far flung ideas that haven’t previously met. (That’s why multidisciplinary projects are so great.)

And as I said back in that 2020 post:

It occurred to me that GPT-3 has been fed all the text on the internet. And, because of this, maybe it can make connections and deductions that would escape us lesser-read mortals. What esoteric knowledge might be hidden in plain sight?

So, just in how it’s trained, the conditions are there.

I began my defence when I spoke in Milan in April about hallucinations, dreaming and fiction.

And

I am even more convinced of it today.


Those babbling voices from the sheet metal are not noise in the signal. They’re the point. Sources of creation are rare and here’s a new one!

What would happen if we listened to the voices?

What if we built software to somehow harness and amplify and work with this new-ness? There are glimmers of it with Websim and so on. But I don’t think we’ve really grappled with this quality of gen-AI, not yet, not fully. We should!

Hallucination is not a bug, it’s the wind in our sails.


Congratulations again to the Talking With Strangers team, and thank you to UAL CCI for having me – a privilege and a joy to see all the work and speak with the students.


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26 Jul 2024 at 10:41

The Times They Are A-Changin’

 

The Times They Are A-Changin’ by Bob Dylan (1963).

Come gather ‘round people
Wherever you roam
And admit that the waters
Around you have grown
And accept it that soon
You’ll be drenched to the bone
If your time to you is worth savin’
Then you better start swimmin’ or you’ll sink like a stone
For the times they are a-changin’

Come writers and critics
Who prophesize with your pen
And keep your eyes wide
The chance won’t come again
And don’t speak too soon
For the wheel’s still in spin
And there’s no tellin’ who that it’s namin’
For the loser now will be later to win
For the times they are a-changin’

Come senators, congressmen
Please heed the call
Don’t stand in the doorway
Don’t block up the hall
For he that gets hurt
Will be he who has stalled
There’s a battle outside and it is ragin’
It’ll soon shake your windows and rattle your walls
For the times they are a-changin’

Come mothers and fathers
Throughout the land
And don’t criticize
What you can’t understand
Your sons and your daughters
Are beyond your command
Your old road is rapidly agin’
Please get out of the new one if you can’t lend your hand
For the times they are a-changin’

The line it is drawn
The curse it is cast
The slow one now
Will later be fast
As the present now
Will later be past
The order is rapidly fadin’
And the first one now will later be last
For the times they are a-changin’

I’ve had this on repeat the last week or so.

Ancient wisdom from the vibe shift of another generation.

It sounds so innocuous (YouTube). Dylan with his level tone and that harmonica. It’s timeless. But then you listen to the lyrics

That fourth verse? Gives me shivers.

Some background over at Wikipedia.

You get those eras where everything up-ends. The axes on which the world is measured no longer make sense. On the other side, there are new institutions, new ways of operating, new ways of feeling. Until now, it hasn’t been like that.

As a Gen X tailender, the last couple decades have felt a bit like an eternal 1990s. But I want to be baffled by music! I want to be surprised by culture!

And now – it’s happening? I love it. I love Gen Z. I love being continuously challenged to re-configure my internal scaffolding. I love their energy. It’s infectious. They’re grappling with the world - politics and identity and fashion and everything else - and that’s infectious too.

Anyway, what does a vibe shift feel like? And how should you act? Dylan wrote this song as documentary, last time round – "a voice that came from you and me" as Don MacLean put it.

It’s funny, I must have heard it a thousand times, and I’ve really only heard it this week.

On a technical note, reading the final verse it looks like it should speed up. Shorter words, fewer beats per line.

As a writer, to me, that’s an acceleration.

BUT music is rhythmic. Each verse is the same length. So shorter lines mean the words have more room. It’s almost not noticeable but in that final verse, the words extend, they grow and lift.

So it ends on a note of power. Not urgency but strength. It hadn’t occurred to me before that music would work like this.


There’s a growing coalition around change. Change first, values next. Break the logjam, end the great stagnation, crack the egg on a societal level, whatever you want to call it. The coalition connects ugly politics burning it all to the ground and shitposting inventors on the socials. I mean, it’s not a coalition that can hold, clearly. And I’m sure many in it would deny their participation.

But if we are to (say) get through the climate crisis, the ability to change is a prerequisite. And it is all connected, the opening the Overton window of weirdness is contagious.

Though when things do get moving, we’ll all start arguing about which way. And who knows how it’ll settle out. One side or the other or more likely some unimagined and unimaginable synthesis/detente.

That’s the ancient roadmap in the song.

For the wheel’s still in spin
And there’s no tellin’ who that it’s namin’

Vibe shifts eh. As previously discussed.


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