Baseless Technophobia Underlies the New Techno-left's
Anti-capitalism
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Stop everything...IT'S TECHNO-HORROR!
by George Gilder
Richard Vigilante
From Silicon Valley via Aspen, Bill Joy wants to call the police. On science. On
technology. On the industry that made him rich. The Left is OverJoyed.
Originally published in The American Spectator, March 2001. Published on
KurzweilAI.net July 25, 2001.
Ray Kurzweil's response to "Stop Everything...It's Techno-Horror!" can be read
here.
"They say he's here."
"Who's here?"
"Bill, stupid."
"Bill's not stupid!"
"Hey, there he is. Amazing."
"What do you mean? Where?"
"Over there. By the phones."
"Wow. They say he flew coach."
"Nah, he rode in on a donkey."
"But they say Reno and the feds will string him up. Klein claims he's a
monotheist."
"Monopolist, you idiot."
"Anyway, forget Reno and Gates, think Joy. Joy is coded for bear."
For the last twenty years, whispering among the roseate wine glasses and
murmuring amid the moist hors d'oeuvres at particularly palmy gatherings of the
computer industry-mostly in palatial oases in the Southwest, sustained by sylvan
waters from Colorado and silicon wafers from Taiwan-has soughed a high-voltage
buzz of expectation. Would "he" really come?
In the past, "he" could mean only Bill Gates. But stultified by the PR and legal
departments of Microsoft, Gates no longer says anything interesting, even in his
emails where he was once a pithy master of all too litigenic prose. For the last
few years, the name most avidly anticipated at industry conclaves has been a man
most readily summed up as the anti-Gates. His name is Joy, William F., reared in
rural Michigan, catechized in Berkeley computer science, ascendant in Silicon
Valley, and now orbited in Aspen as an industry saint and global positioning
satellite.
A radiant figure in many ways outshining any other in the industry, Joy should
be an arresting experience for the media. With gilded curls, cerulean eyes,
soulful lips, elegant carriage, high above the herd, he could readily pass for
any me-minded Hollywood coif, easily qualify for billboard displays of
fashionable jeans or pheromones. At the same time, his serious intellectual
attainments far exceed those on the short lists of recently newsworthy brains
such as Gates, Nathan Myhrvold, David Boies, or Warren Buffett. Yet People,
Vanity Fair, the NewYorker, and other keepers of the celebrity canon have almost
entirely missed him. That is about to change.
The story of the Internet age is epitomized far less by any of the usual stars
or dot.cons than by Bill Joy, the ripely rich co-founder of Sun Microsystems,
now a $16 billion a year company that makes half of all Internet server
computers. He was an architect of key Internet technologies, such as the
Berkeley Unix operating system, its TCP-IP protocol stack, and the Java
programming language. A curmudgeonly debating foil of Gates in the late 1980s,
Joy was the most confident prophet and protagonist of the new software regime
that in the form of Internet browsers and Java applets broke through desktop
Windows in the mid-1990s.
Most remarkable for a man long immersed in the intricate arcana of computer
software, Joy is a voluble and polymathic intellectual. Joy has a law-"Most of
the smartest people are never in your own company"-that inclines firms to create
systems open to the smart contributions of people outside the corporate
firewalls. But like logicians meeting the Cretan who declares all Cretans liars,
few observers are inclined to take Joy's Law seriously at Sun Microsystems,
where everyone knows that Joy is the world's most ingenious engineer, most
incandescent talker, and architect of some of the most significant technologies
of the Internet. Just perhaps, if you have Bill in your company it is the other
guys who have to worry about Joy's Law.
Remarkably enough, Joy hangs out in Aspen, Colorado, 1,500 miles from the
nearest major Sun facility. By some reports he scarcely works for Sun at all and
sold most of his shares in the company during an unbecoming snit a decade ago.
He moved much of his money into Microsoft. This might have seemed smart early in
the 1990s, but Sun shares have appreciated roughly three times faster than
Microsoft's since the emergence of Joy's own Internet technologies in 1995. So
Joy escaped the multibillionaire status of his Sun cofounders such as Scott
McNealy and Vinod Khosla. Still, by all normal standards, Joy is rich, and his
insights have been fully vindicated by the emergence of the Web. Happily married
with two engaging children, he has every reason to be deeply satisfied with his
life. And yet between the glitter and the gloaming lies a shadow of Aspen Angst.
On the wall of Joy's office (he dubs it Aspen Smallworks) is a poster
identifying him as a founder of Sun. He is apparently proud of his role in the
technology boom. Yet I am in Aspen this afternoon because of a strange and in
some ways inspiring event. Joy's anxieties have blossomed into a midlife
metamorphosis.
Like Albert Einstein before him gazing into the Stygian inferno of nuclear
portent, Joy has contem- plated a vision of harrowing peril for the human race.
Like Einstein he longs to turn back the clock to more innocent Edenic days. But
Joy's fear focuses not chiefly on the nuclear, biological, and chemical weapons
(NBC) that terrified previous generations. For all their danger, these
technologies are accessible only to elites commanding costly and complex
industrial powers and rare and unstable materials. Today the threat is far more
insidious, elusive, and ominous. Through genetic engineering, nanotechnology,
and robotics (GNR), psychotic individuals, or merely negligent entrepreneurs,
may have the power to devastate the globe with self-replicating plagues and
"phages" that can devour the biosphere and end human life.
Joy published his alarm in the April 2000 issue of Wired as an eloquent and
stirring ten-thousand word personal testament that evoked more mail and comment
than any previous article in the magazine (or in any other magazine in recent
memory). The article began by ascribing his new vision to a meeting with
computer inventor and prophet Ray Kurzweil at the Telecosm conference that
Gilder Publishing runs with Forbes at Lake Tahoe every September. About to
publish a book entitled The Age of Spiritual Machines, Kurzweil had argued that
computers exceeding human intelligence were no more than a few decades away.
With the advent of such machines, he argued, human beings would be faced with
the stark choice of either being out-competed and driven to extinction by their
own creations, or merging with them to produce the next evolutionary phase, a
race of sentient robots.
Kurzweil is one of the great intellects of the industry, a pioneer of computer
voice recognition and vision. Coming from Kurzweil, what had previously seemed
science fiction now appeared to Joy as "a near-time possibility," and evoked an
epiphany.
Contemplating Hans Moravec's observation that "biological species rarely survive
encounters with superior competitors," Joy began re-examining his life. He
plunged into anguished rumination on his own role in this possible usurpation of
his species by devices that he had done so much to advance. In almost three
decades of being one of the world's leading designers of software and
microprocessors Joy had never had "the feeling I was designing an intelligent
machine." But now he felt obliged to consider that he might be "working to
create tools which will enable the construction of the technology that may
replace our species." He was transfixed by the grim assessment of George Dyson
in Darwin Among the Machines:"In the game of life and evolution, there are three
players at the table: human beings, nature, and machines. I am firmly on the
side of nature. But nature, I suspect, is on the side of the machines."
Kurzweil's argument, and now Joy's, drastically compressed and simplified, is
that Moore's Law, which for almost 40 years has predicted the doubling of
computer power roughly every 18 months, is not going to expire later this decade
as traditional chip manufacturing techniques hit the quantum barrier of
near-atomic line-widths. Instead, Joy now believes that "because of the recent
rapid and radical progress in molecular electronics-where individual atoms and
molecules replace lithographically drawn transistors-and related nanoscale
technologies, we should be able to meet or exceed the Moore's Law rate of
progress for another thirty years." The result would be machines a million times
as fast and capacious as today's personal computers and thereby "sufficient to
implement the dreams of Kurzweil and Moravec," intelligent robots by 2030. And
"once an intelligent robot exists it is only a small step to a robot species-to
an intelligent robot that can make evolved copies of itself."
Joy's nightmares do not stop with sentient machines. Intimately related are the
very "nanotechnologies" that may enable the extension of Moore's Law and genetic
engineering. Central to this GNR (Genetics, Nanotechnology, Robotics) trinity of
techno-terror are two characteristics that could hardly be better calculated to
inspire fear. The first is what Joy calls the "dematerialization" of the
industrial power. In the past, you needed rare resources, large nuclear plants,
and huge laboratories to launch a new holocaust. In the future you will need
only a computer and a few widely available materials.
The even more terrifying common thread is "self-replication." As enormous
computing power is combined with "the manipulative advances of the physical
sciences" and the revealed mysteries of genetics, "The replicating and evolving
processes that have been confined to the natural world are about to become
realms of human endeavor." New germs are self-replicating by definition. So too,
Joy's "robot species." And then there is the gray goo.
Joy's journey from his Silicon Valley throne to his current siege of Aspen Angst
began in earnest when he encountered Eric Drexler's bipolar vision of
nanotechnology, with its manic-depressive alternative futures of utopia and
dystopia. Nanotechnology envisages the ultimate creation of new machines and
materials, proton by proton, electron by electron, atom by atom. Joy enthuses
about molecular level "assemblers" that "could make possible incredibly low cost
solar power, cures for cancer and the common cold...essentially complete cleanup
of the environment.... Spaceflight more accessible than transoceanic travel
today, and restoration of extinct species."
The nightmare is that combined with genetic materials and thereby
self-replicating, these nanobots would be able to multiply themselves into a
"gray goo" that could outperform photosynthesis and usurp the entire biosphere,
including all edible plants and animals. As Drexler writes:
"Plants" with "leaves" no more efficient than today's solar cells could
out-compete real plants, crowding the biosphere with an inedible foliage. Tough
omnivorous "bacteria" could out-compete real bacteria: They could spread like
blowing pollen, replicate swiftly and reduce the biosphere to dust in a matter
of days. Dangerous replicators could easily be too tough, small, and rapidly
spreading to stop.... We have trouble enough controlling viruses and fruit
flies.... [R]eplicators able to obliterate life might be less inspiring than a
single species of crabgrass. They might be superior in an evolutionary sense,
but this need not make them valuable. [This] gray goo threat makes one thing
perfectly clear: We cannot afford certain kinds of accidents with replicating
assemblers.
Contemplating this horrific prospect, Joy notes "it is most of all the
destructive self-replication of... [GNR] that should give us pause. It may even
be that self-replication may be more fundamental than we thought, and hence
harder or even impossible to control."
As terrifying as all this is, Joy's nightmare has one more twist, which makes
the threat all the more real to him, and now makes Joy himself fascinating to a
number of people who previously showed no interest in spending their evenings
with one more centimillionaire computer nerd: "The nuclear, biological and
chemical technologies used in 20th century weapons of mass destruction
were...developed in government laboratories," Joy notes. But GNR technologies
have "clear commercial uses." They are being developed by "corporate
enterprises" which will render them "phenomenally" profitable.
"In this age of triumphant commercialism...we are aggressively pursuing the
promises of these new technologies within the now unchallenged system of global
capitalism and its manifold financial incentives and competitive pressures."
Quoting Green guru Amory Lovins, who has become a close advisor, Joy laments
that commercialization of GNR "changes the goal of evolution from evolutionary
success to economic profit-to survival not of the fittest but of the fattest."
Joy, whose decades of unfettered research and entrepreneurship have made him
what he is today, has fingered the real culprits: capitalism and freedom.
Fortunately he has the answer, which he delicately phrases as "relinquishment"
of key GNR technologies.
Relinquishment-for the hard of hearing-means what it seems to mean: to give up;
forgo; abandon not only the use of such technologies but even the basic research
that might enable them "to limit the development of the technologies that are
too dangerous, by limiting our pursuit of certain types of knowledge."
Relinquishment"" has a voluntary air. Joy offers a certain amount of mummery
about "a new Hippocratic oath" placing merely self-imposed ethical limits on
research. But he is not so gullible as to believe evil can be combated with
pleasantries. Joy's program of comprehensive government intervention goes beyond
the negligent or criminal use of technology to embrace an avowedly massive
regime of surveillance and regulation of businesses that have, might have, or
might someday develop GNR capabilities.
As Joy points out, punishing techno-crimes after the fact is not sufficient when
the stakes are global destruction. The state must become concerned before the
event occurs.
Because GNR technologies, in some form, will engage most leading-edge commercial
enterprises, such prior restraint would entail government powers unprecedented
in the U.S. Joy is undaunted:
"Verifying relinquishment will be a difficult problem, but not an unsolvable
one." The major task, he explains, will be to learn how to apply the techniques
for verifying arms treaties (i.e., massive intelligence, inspection, and
policing efforts) "to technologies that are naturally more commercial than
military. The substantial need here is for transparency, as difficulty of
verification is directly proportional to the difficulty of distinguishing
relinquished from legitimate activities."
Just so, since Joy's fear arises in the first place from the belief that
anyone-or any business-with access to a computer and a few "commonplace
materials" can become a source of GNR terror. Assuming any citizen or company
could be doing GNR in the basement implies "a verification regime...on an
unprecedented scale. This, inevitably, will raise tensions between our
individual privacy and desire for proprietary information and the need for
verification to protect us all. We will undoubtedly encounter strong
resistance...."
Returning home after the interview, I inadvertently press the erase button on my
new Sony recorder, an elegant little shell-shaped device that uses silicon
"flash memory" rather than tape. The interview indeed vanished in a "flash."
This awesome technology proceeds to erase hours of work trillions of times
faster than it could have been removed from a normal tape cassette. Was this a
symbol of the devastating power of new technologies? Joy seems to believe that
some delusional maniac or evil enemy could press the erase button on his
computer- perhaps even by mistake-and delete the American biosphere.
The spectacle of one of the world's leading techno-entrepreneurs offering
himself as the prime witness for the prosecution against his own class is
transforming Joy into a celebrity intellectual and political force. He was
chairman of President Clinton's Science Advisory Committee and a friend and
advisor of Al Gore, whom with his friend leading venture capitalist John Doerr,
he endorsed for president during the campaign. He is being noticed outside the
industry. The NewYorker should arrive soon.
Glomming on to Joy's tract as if hugging a redwood is the collective green goo
of the gonzo reaches of environmental movement. The Audubon Society, the Sierra
Club, the Natural Resource Defense Council-nearly the entire technophobic Green
machine is poring through this document as a white paper flag of capitulation
from the midst of the enemy camp. It has been mass distributed at tony wasp prep
schools and earnest ivied campuses. It has been solemnly contemplated on both
coasts of the media from Charlie Rose to CNN. Its author is coming to a screen
near you.
Counseling the new Joy is Amory Lovins, the conservationist, whom Joy first got
to know well at an Esalen workshop. Included in the Wired article was a Lovins
sidebar issuing a grim warning on the dangers of bioengineered foods. Opposition
to these foods is almost totally devoid of empirical scientific grounding; some
60 percent of the packaged food in America is bioengineered in one way or
another. In order to feed the planet it will be necessary to exploit this
technology aggressively. But Joy seems convinced. Biofoods will have to submit
to what is termed the "cautionary principle," where small risks of huge
catastrophes dictate relinquishment of "reckless schemes."
Lovins is the reigning Tiger Woods of political correctness. A heterosexual
white male, he somehow made it through the intensely competitive opening rounds
of the PC tournament (a putative elimination event run by the New York Times) by
joining a gaggle of Native American potters and mud sculptors, lesbian "breath"
poets and performance artists, and other planetary dismal scientists as a
MacArthur Genius (a feat as amazing as Brent Barry winning the NBA dunking
contest in 1996). Lovins then showed his real PC mettle by taking the Heinz,
Lindbergh, World Technology, and Heroes for the Planet awards, before capping it
off with the Mitchell, Nissan, Onassis, and Alternative Nobel prizes. Only the
wrong Pope kept him from beatification.
Under the influence of such alliances, Joy's concerns careen off to embrace the
entire litany of environmental catastrophism, from global warming to Faustian
biofoods, that animates the anti-capitalist media. But though his new allies may
not yet realize it, Joy is leading them, resetting their agendas. For wittingly
or not, Joy has unveiled what will be the 21st century's leading rationale for
anti-capitalist repression and the revival of statism, a tonic for beleaguered
socialists, a program and raison d'etre for a new New Left.
Like the industrial age socialist left, the Techno-Left targets a bourgeoisie of
hackers and technologists, engineers and entrepreneurs, glorying in anarchic
freedom, driven by the lust for profit, and threatening to destroy mankind. To
thwart the self-indulgence of this techno aristocracy-successors of Marx's
commercial and industrial aristocracy-there must be a new dictatorship of a new
proletariat, with the power to bind the entrepreneur hackers to the service of
the common good.
Even as the 19th-century socialists flirted with liberty, Joy wistfully avers
his fondness for libertarian thinkers like Robert Nozick and his concept of a
limited state. But at crunch time Nozick, and liberty, are dismissed as
indulgences. The real reason the Green left has adopted Joy with such enthusiasm
is that Techno-Horror is about to become the trump card in a bid for power as
dramatic and far reaching as the socialist claims on the wealth of the
industrial revolution.
If envy drove the socialist argument, the drive for power of the new Techno-Left
is fueled by fear. As George Bush noted in accepting the GOP nomination last
summer, the politics of the 21st century will be largely a struggle of fear vs.
hope, cowering vs. creativity.
The great insight of the Green left has been that in an era of almost universal
prosperity-except in socialist countries-neither envy of the rich nor compassion
for the poor would sustain the leftist cause. The Greens opted instead for fear
induced by the phantasms of phony science. But the Greens by themselves are
doomed to be a mere transitional movement between the industrial age socialist
left and the 21st century Techno-Left.
Green fears, on the whole, are too easily resolved. Real pollution, from smog to
strip mines, can be and largely has been swiftly dealt with at surprisingly
modest costs. Facing overwhelming evidence that technological progress and
economic growth are favorable to the environment, the Greens have enlisted trial
lawyers in the cause who have helped generate more junk science and phony fear
than the Soviet Academy under Stalin. But the effort wears thin. The California
energy crisis will make all too many people realize that "efficiency" and
"alternative energy systems" translate as "turn off the lights." Environmental
good news could be as devastating to the Greens as growth was to the socialists.
With the U.S. environment so manifestly cleaner and more robust today, Greens
have had to put ever more far-fetched threats on stage to get a reaction.
Especially apt for the politics of fear are threats deemed sudden in their
onset, irreversible in their impact, and unverifiable in advance. Typical are
exponential processes which, as eco-catastrophists often point out, are nearly
undetectable until they virtually take over. Think of lily pads, doubling every
week. Just a month before they take over the pond, they still cover only a
cosmetic one-sixteenth of its surface. From this point of view, global warming
is a perfect kind of threat, particularly in the form proposed by Joy, where it
might be masked for years by the onset of a new ice age also precipitated by a
global carbon-dioxide buildup. "It's non-linear; it could tip either way."
Computer climate models trump all the physical evidence that temperatures were
two degrees higher a thousand years ago during the so-called Medieval Climate
Optimum, and are now merely recovering from the throes of the little ice age of
mid-millennium.
Yet even better than global warming is the Joy-Drexler-Lovins, GNR trinity of
Techno-Horror. It will propel the Techno-Left into the vanguard, allowing it to
absorb the Greens and become the main adversary of freedom and faith in this
century.
Pervasive among both the proselytizers of GNR's promise and its prophets of doom
is a mindset now morphing into a nascent philosophy, a loose weave of
assumptions and ideas that claim the authority of science without its rigor or
depth. Call it the Virtual Philosophy or Virtualosophy.
A combination of software regimes, chaos and complexity theories, evolutionary
algorithms, self-organizing systems, nanotechnology visions, ecological idioms,
and information theory, the Virtual Philosophy is seriously taught or even
understood in no major university. Perhaps its leading source is an intellectual
Esalen called the Santa Fe Institute, where Stuart Kauffman has recently
expounded it in depth in a book called Investigations. Yet it powerfully shapes
the conventional wisdom and ersatz worship of the emerging intelligentsia of the
Web and hence of the ascendant new American culture. Al Gore has espoused many
of these themes from time to time and invoked them in his book Earth in the
Balance and in an interview in Wired.
The Virtualosophy is driven by a curiously powerful and seductive faith. In
their manic phase, Virtualosophers believe that the cyber world is capable of
practically and predictively replicating the essential processes of the physical
world, including creation and evolution. But this is a bipolar sect, and it also
has a depressive phase in which its proponents are appalled at what they have
persuaded themselves is their all-but infinite power over the world. Then they
wake up screaming.
In ancient Greece, Idealist philosophers taught that the world of the senses was
an illusion and that the highest realities were mathematical. Strange as this
notion seems, the Idealists were not fools or charlatans. Pythagoras and Euclid,
Zeno and Parmenides were on a natural high, enraptured by the discovery that so
much of reality could indeed be described according to recurring mathematical
rules. In a famous essay of the 1960s entitled "The Unreasonable Effectiveness
of Mathematics in the Natural Sciences," Eugene Wigner of Princeton expounds the
same astonishment.
In a materialist era, the notion that a logical or mathematical idea of the
world is more real than its physical manifestation seems so odd that most people
who slip into idealism seem unaware of it. These same scientists often imagine
themselves to be materialists. But idealism is pervasive in modern science. The
Artificial Intelligence paradigm that set out to build a computer brain, not by
modeling the brain but by presuming the brain must be a computer in a different
medium, was at root an idealist notion. So is the complete takeover of
theoretical physics by mathematics, a takeover that led quantum theory for
decades into a surreal cul-de-sac occupied by multiple parallel universes. This
pursuit rendered most theoretical physics incoherent and essentially useless for
describing reality.
Similarly, nanotechnology in Drexler's sense is more science fiction, or
cyber-fiction, than science. Nanobots abound in nanotech computer models. As in
the venerable and still expanding computer game of "Life"-now reborn in
sophisticated form as Tom Ray's ingenious "Tierra"-evolution seems routine.
Based on a few simple rules, computer enthusiasts create two dimensional cyber
creatures that seem to evolve robustly. Nanotech computer models similarly make
the construction of nanobots look feasible if not easy. But there are, to date,
no nanobots. Indeed, the curious fact about nanotechnologists is that they are
relatively uninterested in real technologies, such as microchips and
micro-electronic machines (MEMS) that actually work. Instead they prefer the
science fiction of a godlike assemblage of a new creation, with new elements and
energy synthesizers.
When you are a computer nerd, the world looks like a computer. At the heart of
the Virtualosophy is a vision of evolution that only a computer scientist could
believe. In a computer model evolution looks easy, and fast. In the canonical
texts of the Virtualosophers, evolution is a universal solvent in the tides of
life, proceeding raptorially, altruistically, collaboratively, individually,
incrementally, saltantly, emergently, symbiotically, with collective effects
that transcend intention or sum of parts. Not only living biotic entities, but
cultural forms, languages, memes, models, algorithms, ideas, software,
philosophy are swept into the evolutionary swell with bacteria, bears, and
humans.
Central to the belief that computer models may be better at evolution than the
natural world are so-called cellular automata, conceived by John Von Neumann,
that simulate the evolution and neural networks, and software programs that
prove their fitness by surviving a contest among "genetic algorithms" in a
computer matrix. Effective for some specialized purposes (sorting algorithms,
for example), genetic algorithms, cellular automata, and other self-organizing
computer programs have spurred belief in a much swifter and surer form of
evolution than is possible through a process of chance mutations.
Over several decades, for example, the mathematician Stephen Wolfram, a father
of chaos theory and titan of Virtualosophs, has worked out a set of simple rules
which, set loose in a computer model, will replicate, he believes, all the basic
patterns from which the physical world is constructed: Creation as computer
game. To Wolfram, evolution is so easy it does not even require natural
selection; any form of life that is physically possible will emerge. His great
breakthrough in model building was to depart from two-dimensional computer
models like "Life" and proceed, not to three dimensions as one might expect if
the goal is to model the physical world, but back to one, because it made the
models more coherent.
None of the stunning technological achievements of the computer age, however,
have been the result of a retreat from the physical world. Though we may have
overthrown matter in the economy, we did so by unlocking its mysteries in a
process deeply empirical and profoundly physical. Moore's Law prevails only
because the silicon from which microchips are made is now the most profoundly
studied manufacturing material in the history of the world, and most of what we
know was gleaned from actual manufacturing experience.
Both the dreams and nightmares of nanotechnology-from cancer cures to gray goo-spring
from the computer science vision of evolution-lite. Generating superior forms of
pseudo life in hours not eons, cyber-Darwinian magic can overcome all the
shortcomings of human designers. The nanobots will not be designed, they will
evolve, in effect designing themselves through interactions based on a few
simple rules.
But this siren lure of bottom-up evolution contradicts all the experience of
computer design. Looking for examples of mindless evolution, one would not
readily adduce a computer, designed by industry demigods John Von Neumann, Alan
Turing, and Bill Joy, executing programs authored by Tom Ray or Per Bak. A
computer is one of the world's most manifestly designed and intelligently
architected instruments. Comprising many hundreds of layers of elaborately
deposited and etched materials in amounts and patterns of exquisite precision,
the microchip is necessarily a top-down design. The ideas that guide its
architects are its essence. This is precisely the opposite of the evolutionary
notion that well-ordered, functioning organisms arise spontaneously as a
function of interactions of the underlying material substrates.
In the real world, Darwinian evolution is made plausible by the interaction of
nearly infinite possibilities over nearly infinite time, entailing physical,
chemical, and biological processes still little understood and vastly more
challenging than anything in a nanotechie's computer model. As Stuart Kauffman
himself concedes in his book, "The strange thing about evolution is that
everyone thinks he understands it. But we do not. A biosphere or econosphere,
self-consistently co-constructs itself according to principles that we do not
yet fathom." Yet the nanotechies not only propose to match evolution, but
actually fear exceeding it by accident and destroying the world. Nanotechnology
wants to have it both ways. Joy and Drexler imagine that, through deep
understanding of the underlying rules of natural selection, we can hasten
evolution. Then when this strategy fails, as it does, they fall back on an
almost mystical belief that understanding how evolution works is irrelevant
because the models can evolve without our intervention.
The fear of a scientific concoction that escapes the laboratory, perhaps through
a porous computer screen, emerged in literature in Kurt Vonnegut's Cat's Cradle,
which evoked the pandemic menace of Ice-9. Contrived for the Pentagon by chemist
Felix Hoenikker in order to save Marines from the indignity of marching in mud,
Ice-9 stiffened at room temperature. Its molecules had somehow found a way to
link up in a crystalline solid at temperatures where other water molecules were
in liquid phase. Loosed from the lab, Ice-9 would spread rampantly until all
rivers, lakes, oceans, and ultimately biological creatures froze up.
No real scientist, mad or malevolent, ever made any real Ice-9. But the concept
of a new element that outperforms the real chemicals of the biosphere and chokes
off all life has intoxicated scientists and pseudo-scientists for decades. In
the late 1960s, a Soviet physicist named Yuri Deriabin wrote an article
describing his success in creating a new form of polymerized water-polywater-that
could suffocate the biosphere under a gray goo if it escaped from the lab. The
canonical Science magazine published the alarm as a cover story and discussed it
solemnly in several issues. Meanwhile at Caltech, a student of the eminent
Carver Mead followed directions and created some of this doomsday gel. A few
pertinent tests revealed that the strange element was merely a mixture of H20
with silica dissolved from the surface of the delicate quartz capillaries in
which the substance was condensed.
Last summer at Brookhaven National Labs, a similar panicky pother, also
respectfully vented in Science, erupted over another projection of faulty
physics. In this case the fear was that the bombardment of gold nuclei in an
ultrarelativistic two-way, two-mile-long subterranean tunnel would create matter
of a mass and density tantamount to a black hole that could suck up the planet
in a nano-nonce. In due course, the alarmists were subdued, the experiment
proceeded, and the universe yawned, having experienced innumerable events far
more cataclysmic during its billions of happy years smashing things together.
Ice-9, polywater, black holes, gray goos, nano-replicants, pico piranha, and
many concoctions to come all seem catastrophic in callow computer models.
Although the schemes claim to be "genetic" or "evolutionary," they fall short by
many billion years of the pullulating astronomical ebullition and churn of real
physical evolution. After eons of cosmic tempest and bombardment and tatonnement,
the universe has seen and done it all: everything that chemistry and physics can
offer. As Kaufmann argues, physical phenomena are not deterministic. Even well
above the quantum level, the degrees of freedom in the universe are infinite,
and it is impossible to shield our creations from the eternal bustle and
commotion of numberless forces and energies. As a result, the ecosystem is
neither fragile nor stable. It is both more robust and less predictable than the
Virtualosophy can grasp in its preoccupation with our puny mathematical black
holes and gray goos. If water molecules possessed a lower energy polymer form
readily accessible to graduate students and a black hole could be concocted in
galacticly feckless supercolliders, we would certainly not be here to tell the
story.
The Virtualosophers babble about "complexity" and "chaos" and purport to believe
in material evolution, but they in fact believe in virtual evolution. They show
scarcely an inkling of the cosmic multidimensional dynamics of mazes on
exponential mazes, beyond all ken of conventional time and space, that they
pretend to master with their "simple rules," state machines, and cellular
automata.
Nanotech offers no rationale for surrendering the principles of a free society
and burking scientific inquiry for fear of its yield. But the answer to Joy's
fears, and his totalitarian temptation, is not to deny their possibility. It is
impossible to prove a negative and some of his fears, like the possibility of a
genetically manufactured runaway plague, are not only plausible but present
dangers.
Apparently eradicated by a global effort thirty years ago, smallpox is still
extant as a result of a Soviet bioweapons campaign. In the face of the usual
treaties, the Soviets produced reputed tons of the substance while the world was
largely disposing of its vaccines. Richard Preston of the New Yorker last year
wrote a harrowing and prizewinning article on the subject. In charge of the
effort to defend us from such plagues for much of the last decade-it may not
reassure you to learn-has been Donna Shalala of the Department of Health and
Human Services in Joy's favorite administration, which has kept its eye instead
on the greater threat of sexism. Joy could perform a vital role in attacking the
world's curious insouciance toward the continuing bio-war preparation of Saddam
Hussein. But instead of fostering a resolute response, targeted on real threats,
he disperses his fear indiscriminately among the politically correct targets and
thus spreads panic and confusion.
The ultimate answer is that if Joy's policies prevail, his fears will reliably
come true.
In Joy's mind government abuses of GNR are not the main threat. After all, as
the Cold War itself showed-though Joy nowhere concedes the point-deterrence is a
robust defense. Joy's concern, the democratization of terror, is with
terrorists, psychopaths, or more or less innocent accidents by perhaps negligent
entrepreneurs.
But in the event of such an unplanned bio-catastrophe, we would be far better
off with a powerful and multifarious biotech industry with long and diverse
experience in handling such perils, constraining them, and inventing remedies
than if we had "relinquished" these technologies to a small elite of government
scientists, their work closely classified and shrouded in secrecy.
Contemplating a similar scenario, nuclear physicist Edward Teller famously
compared the contributions to U.S. security of the nuclear industry, long draped
in nearly impenetrable secrecy, and the computer industry, open to the world.
The computer industry has advanced literally thousands of times faster than the
nuclear industry and the security of the U.S. is increasingly based on it.
Desert Storm was devoid of nuclear technology but replete with computer
advances. Joy would shroud advanced computers in the kind of secrecy currently
afflicting nuclear weapons, or perhaps even forbid further research altogether,
since every step forward would bring us closer to the sentient machine.
Socialism and secrecy do not outperform freedom, even in the military realm,
even in otherwise capitalist countries. The Manhattan Project was a brilliant
exception, but it succeeded chiefly because of wartime suspension of the normal
immigration and security rules (without immigrants from Europe, many of them
Communists or Communist sympathizers, the atom bomb, the hydrogen bomb, and
intercontinental missiles could not have been created in the U.S.). The key to
the success of the project was Robert Oppenheimer's rejection of the advice of
General Leslie Groves that the venture proceed in uncommunicating modules with
no one knowing what others were doing.
The secret and essentially socialized U.S. nuclear and missile industries bogged
down in bureaucracy and could not even keep pace with the Soviet Union. In the
1950s the Soviets launched Sputnik, a world-leading submarine fleet, and
intercontinental ballistic missiles, while the U.S. fell pathetically behind. It
was chiefly the free and open computer industry that allowed MIRVing and
miniaturization of warheads for lower power rockets. It was the free and open
electronics industry that gave ultimate superiority to the U.S. and enabled
victory in the Cold War. The pullulating rivalry of technological enterprise,
inimitable by any totalitarian state no matter how many secrets it steals, is
the best guarantor of American security and safety in the face of the unique
perils of the new century.
The answer to Joy's dilemma comes in Joy's Law. We will best meet the coming
menace of demonic technology by opening it up to contributions from smart people
everywhere rather than by relegating it to a small elite of government experts.
We will be safest when as many people as possible understand the peril and
address it with a wide range of approaches. If we outlaw encryption, encryption
will be restricted to outlaws and a few scientists at the National Security
Agency and FBI. If encryption is legal, the outlaw experts will be vastly
outnumbered by scores of thousands of honest practitioners and code breakers. If
we ban bioengineering, only outlaws and rogue states will command the
capability. We can prevail over the danger when outnumbering the handful of
psychotic or coerced and closeted hackers are hundreds of thousands of
entrepreneurially organized scientists.
Joy now joins Lovins in lamenting that biotech and other 21st-century
technologies are being driven by "economic profit." But economic incentives,
which Joy would amplify by insurance requirements, ensure that the technology
will be understood by hundreds of thousands of people. By promoting diverse and
prosperous biotechnology and MEMS industries rather than creating a
government-run monoculture in the field, the U.S. will have a good chance of
meeting any threat from the underground.
Joy's self-defeating scheme of creating a national security state to halt
dangerous research would end up repressing the very efforts required to overcome
the dangers. In a capitalist democracy the mob is ultimately on the side of
good. It is the bias toward collective benefit on the part of millions that
accounts for the success of the race in overcoming all the previous crises it
has encountered and the crises that Joy rightly deems possible in the future.
At any time in history, a projection of the dangers and impending scarcities
would have shown the human enterprise untenable. It is an essentially religious
faith that the world makes sense which underlies all scientific and
technological progress. But Joy comes from a culture that is adamantly blind to
the ethical and epistemological contributions of religion.
The Virtualosophistic world view renders human life accidental, unlikely, and
sure of a bad end. Scientists today are very confident that they can do without
God. But without God they panic about the future and like Joy can find no answer
but brutal exertions of power to terminate the uncertain bounties of human
creativity. Seeing that history is a domain of chance, they wish to bring it to
a halt. Seeing that science cannot prove a negative-guarantee that some
invention will not cause a catastrophe-they insist on a "cautionary principle"
for new technology that would not have allowed a caveman to build a fire. Seeing
that science cannot assure safety they believe that the endless restlessness and
creativity of human beings is a threat rather than a solution.
To the religious person, however, chance is not the realm of the anarchic and
haphazard, dominated by the depredations of the mob, but the arena of freedom
and the crucial condition of creativity. Bottom-up freedom and emergence
flourish in an environment of top-down law and transcendent order, a monotheism
that removes the arbitrary from science and denies the dominance of evil in the
Universe.
Part of the "mysterious" realm that Einstein called "the cradle of all true art
and true science" chance is beyond the ken of inductive reason. When Albert
Hirschman writes that "creativity always comes as a surprise to us," he is
acknowledging this essential property of invention. Any effort to reduce the
world to the dimensions of our own present understanding will exclude novelty
and progress. The domain of chance is our access to futurity and to providence.
"Trusting to chance" seems terrifying, but it is the only way to be open to
possibility.
As one of us wrote in Wealth and Poverty twenty years ago, "modern civilization
is hopelessly contingent and problematical, subject to destruction any day by
possible climatic reversals, astrophysical mishaps, genetic plagues, nuclear
explosions, geological convulsions, and atmospheric transformations-all
conceivable catastrophes originating beyond the ken of plausible remedy or
control."
If we try to battle all these threats at once, and non-threats like global
warming and PCBs as well, we will end up wasting all our wealth on windmills,
strewing them across the California environment, or tilting with them like Don
Quixote. We will resort to ever more stifling controls that will suppress the
unexpected boons of creativity which have always been the source of our
prosperity and success. We will invest in problems rather than in opportunities
and end up without either wealth or freedom, facing the ultimate problem of
demoralization and sclerosis.
The human race has prevailed against the plagues and scarcities of its past, not
through regulation or "relinquishment" but through creativity and faith. It is
chiefly when we give up on chance and providence, and attempt to calculate and
control our destinies through a demiurgic state, that disaster occurs. It is
chiefly when we regard the masses as a mob of mouths, accidentally evolved in a
random universe, that evil seems inevitable, good incomprehensible, and tyranny
indispensable.
State planning killed close to a billion people in the 20th century. Led by the
banning of DDT, the resurgence of malaria, the suppression of nuclear power, and
the retardation of global growth, environmentalist excesses have already killed
more people than environmental pollution ever did. From the ecological
wastelands of the USSR to the continuing "tragedies of the commons" where
property rights are denied, the kind of regulation and repression that the
Virtual Philosophy fosters poses the gravest threat of all. State control and
tyranny block off the myriad emergent initiatives and feedback loops and acts of
faith that have always enabled human beings to prevail under conditions of
freedom.
Now amid many assurances that he believes in market solutions, Joy is creating
an atmosphere in which the environmental movement will be ceded the power to
veto and regulate new technologies, in which small commissions of politicized
scientists will govern the evolution of crucial inventions, in which advocates
of government-mandated conservation will trump the pioneers of creativity and
enterprise.
From Joy's Aspen office I gaze at the silvery vista of mountains, skies, and
skiers that has attracted some of the world's richest and most illustrious
hedonists to this once humble mining town in a remote valley of Colorado. When
you live in Valhalla, the rest of the world-all those smart people who are not
in your own company and who seethe with resentments and option envy, who have to
inch their way to work down Route 101 in Silicon Valley or 90 in Boston or
Seattle-may seem part of a potential mob. All those Berkeley brains and
dissidents who did not come to work for Sun. What are they doing in their
cramped garages and basement laboratories or remote rural cabins? Theodore
Kaczynski was one of them- a graduate student at Berkeley before Joy, studying
some form of mathematics so abstruse as to be of no commercial interest,
stalking away from Silicon Valley with a migrainous grudge. Imagine the
Unabomber as a biotech wizard, contriving deadly infectious potions. Joy has. As
he points out, "We're lucky Kaczynski was a mathematician rather than a
molecular biologist."
Joy, perhaps the world's leading technologist, would have been an obvious target
for the Unabomber after the crippling and near murder of Joy's friend, Yale
writer, artist and computer pioneer David Gelernter. It is not easy for Joy to
find any redeeming insight in the Unabomber's screed. But in Wired, Joy quotes
Kaczynski as if he were more than a demonic scrivener, and now Joy has become
the inadvertent vessel of the Unabomber's unexpected but sweeping triumph. For
not only does Joy respectfully quote the Unabomber at length, in the end he
adopts the Unabomber's stance toward technology. Kaczynski could hardly have
dreamt of a better outcome for his own campaign for relinquishment than its
adoption by his most eminent Berkeley successor, who also left Technology Bay
for a retreat in the mountains.
Toward the end of Joy's article, however, he abandons the tactics of terror and
the intimidation used by the Unabomber to secure support and he appeals for an
ethical foundation. Groping for a religion without firm moral codes, he turns
attentively toward the East and the Dalai Lama. The Buddhist leader taught him
the futility of wealth and the need for a spirit of "altruism" alien to what he
found in Silicon Valley.
Perhaps the story of Siddhartha resonates with Joy. The original Buddha,
Siddhartha Gautama, was an eminent rich man who discovered the vanity of riches
and devoted his subsequent life to the things of the spirit. Joy experienced a
similar midlife revelation which informed his new vision of the world. His Wired
article led to a $1.5 million book deal with Viking and purchase of a luxury $15
million apartment high in the new Perry Towers in Manhattan from which to
contemplate more comfortably the emptiness of his riches. Ready or not, looming
large in Joy's future one can imagine solemn meetings with Hillary, no doubt
during which will be explored the most altruistic methods for preventing others
from following his path.
Yet surely Joy's example as one of the supreme inventors and entrepreneurs of
our time is far more relevant and compelling than his current siege of ideas. By
launching Sun as the enabling Internet enterprise, Joy created a company that
has expanded the knowledge of millions-that has saved millions or even billions
of people from their immemorial fate as members of a barbarian mob, plunged in
ignorance, and empowered them as participants in the human adventure on the
frontiers of creation. Joy may regard them as a potential threat. But surely, in
accord with Joy's Law, they are the solution. It is Joy's policy that is the
threat.
If Joy's policy prevails, his fears will reliably come true. The atmosphere will
be polluted, the environment despoiled, and good men will cower unarmed and
helpless under their desks like the children of Columbine before the menace of a
few madmen. When guns-or biotech and nanotechnology-are outlawed, they will be
accessible only to outlaws and a few feckless agents of a police state. Joy and
his new allies should learn that in a capitalist democracy the mob-and God-are
on your side.