I made 23 highlights while reading Klara And The Sun by Kazuo Ishiguro. The book will give you insights into empathy in artificial intelligence.
Until I saw this pair, it hadn’t occurred to me an AF could be with a child who despised him and wanted him gone, and they could nevertheless carry on.
‘Sometimes,’ she said, ‘at moments like that, people feel pain alongside their happiness. I’m glad you watch everything so carefully, Klara.’
I suppose I’d always thought that before either of us left the store, there would be plenty of time to talk everything over.
The three new B3s were moving themselves away from the older AFs so that when customers came in, the B3s would look like a separate group.
The new B3s, it was said, had all sorts of improvements. But how could they be good AFs for their children if their minds could invent ideas like these?
The Sun was almost behind the RPO building, and Beggar Man and the dog were as they had been all day. It was obvious they had died, even though the passers-by didn’t know it. I felt sadness, despite it being a good thing they’d died together, holding each other and trying to help one another. I wished someone would notice so they could get taken somewhere better and quieter, and I thought about saying something to Manager.
The Sun was pouring his nourishment onto the street and into the buildings. When I looked over to the spot where Beggar Man and the dog had died, I saw they weren’t dead - a special kind of nourishment from the Sun had saved them.
They fear loneliness, and that’s why they behave as they do.
I considered this, then said: ‘I believe I have many feelings. The more I observe, the more feelings become available to me.’
At the same time, what was becoming clear to me was the extent to which humans, in their wish to escape loneliness, made manoeuvres that were very complex and hard to fathom. I saw the consequences of Morgan’s Falls might have had at no stage been within my control.
I do miss England. In particular, I miss the hedges. In England, the part of it I’m from, you can see green all around you and always divided by hedges.
That’s the nice thing about England. Hedges give a sense of history properly set down in the land.
Until recently, I didn’t think that humans could choose loneliness. That there were sometimes forces more powerful than the wish to avoid loneliness.
But why would an English person know any more than anyone else?
This whole world of work. Your every waking moment determined by some contract you once signed.
What you have to understand is this. This new Josie won’t be an imitation. She really will be Josie. A continuation of Josie.
Then let me ask you something else. Let me ask you this. Do you believe in the human heart? I don’t mean simply the organ, obviously. I’m speaking in the poetic sense. The human heart. Do you think there is such a thing? Something that makes each of us special and individual?
‘Hope,’ she said. ‘Damn thing never leaves you alone.’
All I’m saying is that there are all kinds of ways to lead a successful life.
You may not mind being poor, Helen. But you’ve become fragile. And I think you mind that a whole lot more.
Perhaps all humans are lonely. At least potentially.
They’re afraid because they can’t follow what’s going on inside any more. They can see what you do. They accept that your decisions, your recommendations, are sound and dependable, almost always correct. But they don’t like not knowing how you arrive at them.
There was something very special, but it wasn’t inside Josie. It was inside those who loved her.
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