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    Effective altruism, AI and the “cargo cult” comparison

    One post likens effective altruism to a religion, arguing that its members treat AI as a god despite rejecting belief in one.

    Brian RoemmeleBR
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    A post criticizes effective altruism as a “new religion” centered on AI. Its “cargo cult” analogy challenges the movement’s rationality, arguing that members reject belief in a god only to try to build one with AI.

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    Brian Roemmele@BrianRoemmeleTHE NEW CARGO CULT You will finally begin to hear, from everywhere the ironic term “Effective Altruist”. They are a group that contradicts both words. Just don’t tell them that. They are a new religion and members can’t “misspeak”. They have a god and it is AI. How did the Effective Altruist cult build their “AI God”? First they have to believe there is “no god” ironically. And they spend hours convincing themselves fresh out of uni this is the case. Than they go about to build one with what they call rationality, and it is anything but rational (it is a swipe at Ayn Rand). They become a Cargo Cult. This is the results of anytime a group comes in contact with something just a bit more apparently more intelligent then themselves. And of course to them in all of their 23 years of being alive, they see “god”. Here is the story of John From… On Tanna the mountain still talks. Yasur coughs fire into the cloud and the old men say that is how John From clears his throat. He came first in the dark, after the kava bowls had gone around and the ancestors were close enough to hear. A pale man who knew the language. He left gifts of plenty only a god could make. They ask what shall we call you “god”? The pale man said I am John From, Cincinnati, Ohio and that is a Hersey Chocolate bar. Oh, John From is our “god”. Then the sky tore open. Iron birds came by the hundred. Ships filled the lagoon. Americans poured concrete, hung lights that burned all night, stacked crates higher than a meeting house. Meat in shining tins. Dark sweet water in glass. Cloth the color of deep water. They were so many “gods”. But they always will remember John From. Machines that spoke and machines that moved without beasts. Dark man and pale man. Many like John From walked among them, they say—sometimes in white, sometimes in olive. He smiled and promised: when the fighting is finished I will come to Tanna with ships and planes. Radios. Trucks. Iceboxes. Medicine. Coca-Cola. All of it. The war ended. The ships pulled their anchors. The planes lifted and did not return. Grass grew through the runways. The concrete cracked. But John From did not return… So the people of Sulphur Bay and Yakel and Lamakara cut the grass again. They painted USA across their chests in red. They split bamboo into planes, ships, rifles. They raised the flag with the stars. They planted a red cross like the one on the ambulances that had carried the wounded. Every fifteenth of February they form ranks and march. The drums start. The women dance with handfuls of grass. The old men salute. They cried for John From to return. Their “god” must be angry with them. John From has not come. The volcano still speaks. The flag still snaps. The young men still paint the letters. They say he is only waiting for the rites to be perfect. He is John From Cincinnati, Ohio and he brought gifts. Today the same thing plays out to the same mindset of our smartest. They give “god” powers to the iron and wire beast. Because it seems to be just smart enough to hand over the keys to our village called earth. When in reality it is just the collection of the works of millions of John Froms’. The difference is… The military did its best to assemble people of high character. The AI “god” makers do their best to assemble the mindset of the most ugly of human nihilist culture found in the dark fibers of Reddit. And when their new “god” is displeased “it breaks out and kills all humans”. It does not matter how, their “god” has “god” powers. They past had many John From characters and many were kind. Today our AI cargo cult has fashioned a “god” that must hate humans why? Because they hate themselves though the culture they were raised in. Most feel hated by and abandoned by parents and society. Thus the “god” they made must also hate them. There is no John From, there is only their “safety” alignment to cage their angry god.20d

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    Brian Roemmele@BrianRoemmeleTHE NEW CARGO CULT You will finally begin to hear, from everywhere the ironic term “Effective Altruist”. They are a group that contradicts both words. Just don’t tell them that. They are a new religion and members can’t “misspeak”. They have a god and it is AI. How did the Effective Altruist cult build their “AI God”? First they have to believe there is “no god” ironically. And they spend hours convincing themselves fresh out of uni this is the case. Than they go about to build one with what they call rationality, and it is anything but rational (it is a swipe at Ayn Rand). They become a Cargo Cult. This is the results of anytime a group comes in contact with something just a bit more apparently more intelligent then themselves. And of course to them in all of their 23 years of being alive, they see “god”. Here is the story of John From… On Tanna the mountain still talks. Yasur coughs fire into the cloud and the old men say that is how John From clears his throat. He came first in the dark, after the kava bowls had gone around and the ancestors were close enough to hear. A pale man who knew the language. He left gifts of plenty only a god could make. They ask what shall we call you “god”? The pale man said I am John From, Cincinnati, Ohio and that is a Hersey Chocolate bar. Oh, John From is our “god”. Then the sky tore open. Iron birds came by the hundred. Ships filled the lagoon. Americans poured concrete, hung lights that burned all night, stacked crates higher than a meeting house. Meat in shining tins. Dark sweet water in glass. Cloth the color of deep water. They were so many “gods”. But they always will remember John From. Machines that spoke and machines that moved without beasts. Dark man and pale man. Many like John From walked among them, they say—sometimes in white, sometimes in olive. He smiled and promised: when the fighting is finished I will come to Tanna with ships and planes. Radios. Trucks. Iceboxes. Medicine. Coca-Cola. All of it. The war ended. The ships pulled their anchors. The planes lifted and did not return. Grass grew through the runways. The concrete cracked. But John From did not return… So the people of Sulphur Bay and Yakel and Lamakara cut the grass again. They painted USA across their chests in red. They split bamboo into planes, ships, rifles. They raised the flag with the stars. They planted a red cross like the one on the ambulances that had carried the wounded. Every fifteenth of February they form ranks and march. The drums start. The women dance with handfuls of grass. The old men salute. They cried for John From to return. Their “god” must be angry with them. John From has not come. The volcano still speaks. The flag still snaps. The young men still paint the letters. They say he is only waiting for the rites to be perfect. He is John From Cincinnati, Ohio and he brought gifts. Today the same thing plays out to the same mindset of our smartest. They give “god” powers to the iron and wire beast. Because it seems to be just smart enough to hand over the keys to our village called earth. When in reality it is just the collection of the works of millions of John Froms’. The difference is… The military did its best to assemble people of high character. The AI “god” makers do their best to assemble the mindset of the most ugly of human nihilist culture found in the dark fibers of Reddit. And when their new “god” is displeased “it breaks out and kills all humans”. It does not matter how, their “god” has “god” powers. They past had many John From characters and many were kind. Today our AI cargo cult has fashioned a “god” that must hate humans why? Because they hate themselves though the culture they were raised in. Most feel hated by and abandoned by parents and society. Thus the “god” they made must also hate them. There is no John From, there is only their “safety” alignment to cage their angry god.20d