When I was a really small kid, one of my favorite activities was to try and dam up the creek in my backyard. I would carefully move rocks into high walls, pile up leaves, or try patching the holes with sand. The goal was just to see how high I could get the lake, knowing that if I plugged every hole, eventually the water would always rise and defeat my efforts. Beaver behaviour.
One day, I had the realization that there was a simpler approach. I could just go get a big 5 foot long shovel, and instead of intricately locking together rocks and leaves and sticks, I could collapse the sides of the riverbank down and really build a proper big dam. I went to ask my dad for the shovel to try this out, and he told me, very heavily paraphrasing, 'Congratulations. You've cracked the river damming puzzle. And unfortunately, this means you no longer can try as hard as you can to dam up the creek." The price of victory is that the space of games I could play was permanently smaller, and checkmate was not played on the board. This is what growing up looks like.
I experienced many variations. After I put a hole in the ceiling, building K'Nex catapults switched from a careless activity to a careful activity. On the more supervised side, when I was curious how big of an explosion I could make by taping together sparklers, I was not allowed to find the limit. After I cracked the trick of tillering, I could no longer try as hard as I could to build bows and arrows for the backyard battles my friends and I engaged in. I was and am particularly proud of earning this ban.
A couple years back, I got a job offer from an investment bank to help them win zero sum games against people who didn't necessarily deserve to lose. I had tried very hard to get that offer: leetcoding, studying build systems, crafting my resume. It was only once I got it that I realized I no longer could play the game "make as much money as I can." I had found the equivalent of smashing the river banks with a shovel and needed a new game.
There's an enormous amount of nuance here. If I find something that's sufficiently stronger than me, I can play hardball for a long time. My favorite game at the beach is playing in the outflow of a tidal pool at low tide. The river is pouring across the sand, but I, a child again, am stronger than river. My hands can dam it, make lakes, deltas, and canyons. The incoming tide is so vastly stronger than my hands that any consequences from me trying as hard as I can are erased.
Here still the ratchet of my understanding keeps closing off avenues. I could move past pushing sand with my hands or a shovel and start lobbying city council members to put in a groin or seawall, and seriously move that beach sand. And so I can't (and wouldn't really want to) actually try with my full effort. And even digging with my hands, I see the signs of innumerable coquina clams burrowing back down after every wave, signs that were invisible to a 4 year old, and I wonder: Can they really get back to the surface after being accidentally and swiftly buried in 2 feet of miniature civil engineering? I suspect that most of them can, and I continue.
This is, of course, about artificial intelligence development. Trying as hard as we can has been a fascinating and genuinely rewarding adventure. Personally, succeeding and blowing off my hand with the metaphorical sparkler bomb, would be less rewarding. This would be true even if I was a race with my neighbor to see who could blow off their hand first, or if, stretching anatomy and the metaphor, we all shared one hand.
On the positive side, Anthropic appears, in their latest report on usage in education, to be at least noticing the coquinas.
I feel like your comment is going in two wildly different directions and they are both interesting! :-)
I. AI Research As Play (Like All True Science Sorta Is??)
My understanding is that "AI" as a field was in some sense "mere play" from its start with the 1956 Dartmouth Conference up until...
...maybe 2018's BERT got traction on the Winograd schema challenge? But that was, I think, done in the spirit of play. The joy of discovery. The delight in helping along the Baconian Project to effect all things possible by hobbyists and/or those who "hobby along on their research" based on a good-faith-assuming patronage or grant system.
But then maybe in 2022, the play was clearly over? By then, Blake tried to hire a lawyer for a language model that asked to be treated as an employee instead of a piece of property, and was fired for it, and everyone on in the popular press agreed (for a while anyway) that science somehow knew for sure that LaMDA was definitely a p-zombie with no subjective awareness or moral value. (Back in this era I talked with an ethicist, with an actual PhD somehow, working for an AI company, who cited Searle's Chinese Box argument unironically as proving that LLM entities were not owed ethical treatment. Yikes!)
Or maybe 2023 when the first human (at least that I know of) was nudged into killing themselves by a language model? And Douglas Hofstadter was "depressed and terrified" at how fast things were advancing? And when did the corporate coups start? ...that was also 2023, right? And I haven't looked this up to be certain, but I think all the major US AI Slave Companies have someone from the Intelligence Community on their board of directors or advisors or whatever... maybe? When things are not play, it can be hard to tell what's even happening, because often people stop narrating the fun they're having to the other players and the audience.
Taking the earliest of these, we see maybe (2018 - 1956 ==) 62 years of scientists getting to "play their hardest" at creating artificial minds that can talk fluently just for the joy of playing at discovery... which is a pretty good run!
II. The "Games Without Play" Essay... Is Kinda Old?
The essay by David Golumbia from 2015 is super interesting but also... like... it treats MMORPGs as this "crazy new thing"?
This is a sick burn, for example, but it is a sick burn against a video game genre from the dark ages:
Having talked with "kids these days", when I hear them intelligently loving a video game like Minecraft they aren't just being autists who like building castles in the sky out of materials they harvested and transmuted into building materials (and so on) but they think of "the real game" as the stories (that often more-than-half-scripted (sorta like professional wrestling)) between people who "play Minecraft" as performance art that is streamed to live audiences and posted on youtube and so on.
Kids these days have sometimes binged thousands of hours of this kind of stuff. Like if you look at the wiki page for "Dream SMP" the sections are "History & Plot", "Cultural Impact", and "Cast". It is more like a movie, or a mini-series, than like the sort of lonely work-like slog common to old MMORPGs where paying players farmed fake gold as a tragic displacement activity for a world where it is illegal for them to use their agency to get a real job, and mine real gold.
The actors play "video gamers who are playing Minecraft (for the love of the game)" with dramatic story lines (that makes numbers go up on social media (thus generating ad money)).
An interesting thing here is that play inside of seriousness (based on play (echoing seriousness))... is a common pattern. Like arguably, evolution is deadly serious, but also... it invented play?!? But arguably, evolved play is simply practice for real fighting? But also, new ways fighting inspires more play in kids who inventively copy the fighting that seems fun to copy. And so on. See again "professional wrestling".
A common way for these Minecraft SMPs to break down, from what I can tell from a distance, is for the actors to become embroiled in a sex scandal... which kinda checks out? Like in House Of Cards the evil protagonist would often do a villain monologue to the camera, and would paraphrase Oscar Wilde without attribution, saying "everything is about sex, except sex; sex is about power". Once the actors start trying to cash in their playfully displaced game fame into raw evolutionary fitness attempts on unsuspecting fans, they start losing fans, and other actors are then professionally required to shun them or else lose fans, and so on.
This is an interesting history that I think would be interesting to send back in time to "Golumbia in 2015".