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    "It's all to play for" - with Chris Anderson at TED

    With Chris Anderson at TED

    I’ve spent the last year being assailed by new ideas and ways of seeing the world at an unprecedented (for me) rate. The coming revolution in personal genomics, the project to create artificial life, the Transhumanists’ journey to ‘transcend our biology’, robots that get mood swings, machines that demonstrate curiosity, a post-scarcity world promised by atomically precise manufacture, holidays in space and our continued entanglement with the world’s biggest machine (the Internet). All of these are to one degree and another coming down the line, as long as the Maldives (and the rest of us) can stay above water, using our technologies and ingenuity to remove carbon-dioxide from our atmosphere (while simultaneously ushering in an energy revolution). I’ve met scientists, philosophers, gone diving with a president and invented a cocktail on the way. Now as I approach the end of my journey I’m looking for people who can help me make sense of it, to somehow pull all these strands together into a coherent view.

    In his book Engines of Creation: The Coming Era of Nanotechnology Eric Drexler approaches the future by asking three questions – what is possible? what is achievable? and what is desirable? The question of what is possible seems easy to answer. As we learn to control the very atoms of matter, the mechanisms of biology and the power of computation there is, in fact, very little that we can’t do, in a physical (and indeed virtual sense). Solutions to climate change? Already developed. An end to the energy crisis? No sweat, sign on the line. Holiday in space? Why not, join our frequent flyer progamme. World peace even? Seems only reasonable.

    But when we ask what is achievable, well that’s a different story. Because what we achieve will largely be determined by what we collectively decide is desirable. As George Church told me all those months ago at Harvard Medical School as we discussed personal genomics, “The only thing that puts this kind of medicine far away is really will, right? The question is, how motivated are we?” Do we, as a planet, have the will to take the bounty on offer while mitigating the risks? To get the medicine but not the weapons? To enjoy abundant clean energy while dealing with climate change? To use our technologies to bring us closer together, rather than isolate us?

    It’s to ponder questions like these that I’ve come to meet Chris Anderson, the CEO of the TED Talks, the pre-eminent meeting of, as Chris puts it, “people who can offer a lens through which to see the world in a different way.” Every year Chris and his team gather together the world’s leading thinkers from every discipline and give them 18 minutes to tell the rest of the world how they see things. The results can be found on TED.com. Here you can see Ray Kurzweil summarise his law of accelerating returns, or Kevin Kelly talk about his idea of ‘The One Machine’ that the internet will become, or Hod Lipson demonstrate his robots (along with a host of other mind-shifting presentations that make you see things from a different angle). TED tells a different story of our world than the one we’re used to seeing, and it’s the same story I’ve seen on my travels. There is no shortage of fresh ways to see our future. It turns out we’re not necessarily looking at a damage limitation exercise, but a possible renaissance. But first we have to see it. Only then can we have to make it happen.

    Seeing it is a revelation. We’re so used to being told that everything is getting worse, that the planet is doomed or that the next pandemic to finish you off is just around the corner, or that technology will subjugate us. It’s a world where a book called Is it me or is everything a bit shit? becomes a best seller. And it’s not true. Or at least it doesn’t have to be. Klaus Lackner has a machine, that works now, that takes CO2 out the air. George Church has co-developed a process that can take that CO2, mix is with sunlight for pity’s sake! and create gasoline. Thin film solar technologies will soon take power to where there is no grid, while at the same time mobile devices will continue to take the world’s knowledge (accessed on billions of mobile devices) to every corner of the globe. Solar power continues to show exponential rises in efficiency while nanotechnology is already changing the face of manufacturing and will continue to do so. Medicine may soon see an end to a host of the things that kill us. This story is not being told, which is perhaps the biggest threat to our future. Not that it couldn’t be better, but that because we can’t see it, we don’t know it’s an option.

    “The history of ideas is a really thrilling history,” says Chris, “and ultimately that is what will drive all of our futures. There’s a very boring view of the world which is that ‘things happen’ and you can’t really do much about it.” It’s something he’s experienced himself. “After I left university I became a journalist, then I started a company… and then fifteen years were taken over by all the stress of working. I didn’t have much spare time to think. When the whole ‘dot com’ bust happened the huge gift I got was discovering, holy crap, there’s so much amazing new thinking out there.” I know what he means. Before I decided I actually wanted to answer the question “what next?” I was on the same treadmill, too busy to look up to realise that the story we’re told wasn’t necessarily the only game in town. This book didn’t start off with the word ‘Optimist’ in the title. It was my agent Charlie, who when I told him the sort of thing I was finding out, remarked on how uplifting some of it was and suggested the change.

    We communicate through stories. It is stories that grab us the most and it stories we identify with. Hollywood knows this, political spin doctors know this, newspaper editors know this. “What the story?!” ask editors pointedly when young journalists bring well written pieces that lack a narrative. My own editors were keen to make sure this book had a personal story, and encouraged me to make sure it wasn’t lost in the rush of facts. Chris is very interested in stories, and how the Internet, as it continues its prodigious growth across the globe, can help us, for the first time, tell a story that includes everyone.

    The most memorable thing for Chris about the 2009 TED conference was a dance troupe called The Legion of Extraordinary Dancers. “This troop could not have existed ten years ago. They exist because kids who used to just dance down on the street corner started filming themselves, putting it up on YouTube and suddenly the community that they’re comparing themselves to is a global community. This kid in Tokyo sees a move from Detroit and innovates within hours, puts it online and so on, so the pace of innovation is dramatically increased.” John Chu, who created the troupe from finding the most popular of those YouTube clips says, “Dance has never had a better friend than technology. Online videos and social networking have created a whole global laboratory online for dance.” It’s not just in dance. “This is happening in hundreds of areas of human endeavour,” says Chris. “I’ve started to call it ‘crowd accelerated innovation’ and I find it incredibly exciting.”

    Chris thinks rather than letting go of our humanity, we are re-discovering it. What could be more human than the Legion of Extraordinary Dancers? Kids from diverse backgrounds from across the world, innovating and collaborating to bring a new dimension to an art form as old as society, using technology to help them express themselves and innovate physically with their bodies, to meet, to collaborate, to just dance – and then show the world. Look what we did. Here is something of the exponential growth in wisdom, community, understanding I was looking for to go with Ray Kurzweil’s accelerating technologies.

    “The acceleration of knowledge and ideas made possible by the fact that humanity is connected for the first time is vast,” says Chris. “The re-discovery of the spoken word as a tool for communicating is a big deal. If you think about it we evolved as human-to-human communicators. It was the village camp fire, the elder standing there with his painted face on a starry night, fire crackling, drums beating and telling a story and every eye locked on his and all those mirror-neurons in all those brains syncing up with what he was saying. By the end of this story his whole village would go to war against another village or make peace.”

    “So TED is one of the new storytellers?” I ask

    “It’s one of them. That mode of communication kind of got lost in the print age because it didn’t scale, it was a village-sized technology at best. To me it’s thrilling that it now scales and so one great teacher can inspire many people. One of the things that we see as our role is to try and help nurture that process of re-discovering how to do that, because I think we got to a place where lessons became a person in suit mumbling behind a lectern reading their notes for an hour while a class of people snoozed.” Suddenly, horrifying images of my ‘O’ level economics class come pouring into my brain. I shudder. “It shouldn’t be like that,” says Chris. “So, one of things we see, and this was a big kick for me, is TED speakers competing. An unexpected consequence of putting this stuff online is speakers are looking at what other speakers are doing and are putting in far more preparation time than they ever used to.”

    Just as YouTube became a laboratory for dance, TED is becoming a laboratory for the art of oration. Here you will see a statistician blow your mind and end his talk with some sword swallowing. Here you will find Steven Pinker explain that the world is getting safer, and Robert Wright mix philosophy, sociology and stand-up comedy to give one explanation as to why – a theory he calls ‘the non-zero sum game’. I don’t know about you, but that’s the kind of lesson I can get on board with.

    “We’ve actually got to bring back real creativity and find a way of nurturing that in the education process,” says Chris. “In the age of Google the notion of having to cram all these little brains with facts is bonkers. What’s needed is to build skills like how do you stimulate people to ask the right questions? how do you stimulate people to have a meaningful conversation? to think critically? What are lenses you give people to think about the world? I mean, if I’d have been taught Robert Wright’s non-zero view of history that would have had tremendously more value to me than endless facts about French kings.” It seems that the two things Artificial Intelligence needs the most if it’s ever to stop playing chess and start playing Madlibs, are the two things we need the most too: curiosity and creativity.

    What is our collective story today and who tells it? The storytellers of our day-to-day lives used to be the press and our politicians. Like all good storytellers they used emotion to hook us into one of two, on the face of it, very uninspiring, dull stories. Story one: life happens to you, the future is not going to be very good (especially if you vote for that guy), it was better in the old days, you’ve got to look after yourself, the world is violent and unsafe, your job is at risk, the generation below you are feral and dangerous, things are changing too fast and you can’t trust those immigrants/ scientists/ left-wingers/ right-wingers/ nerds/ geeks/ religious people/ atheists/ football fans/ the rich/ the poor/ what you eat/ your neighbour. You are alone. Make the best of it. Vote for me. Buy my paper. I understand. (Story two is, in summary: ‘Shock! People have sex.’)

    It’s hardly inspiring is it?

    But the story is beginning to be told by other people now, by the Legion of Extraordinary Dancers, by speakers at TED talks, by Mohamed Nasheed who battled dictatorship to the brink of his own death and then got on with battling climate change, by Cynthia Breazeal who wants to build robots that help children learn, by Vicki Buck who quit government to create jobs to take on global warming, by George Church who wants you to stay healthy longer, by Eric Drexler who wants to usher in a post-scarcity world using technology on the nanoscale, by the good people at Konarka who take electricity out the sky and give to the developing world. A story being told by the curious and the smart, that inspires the curious and the smart in all of us, by people who wonder and ask the kind of questions that haven’t been asked before. Crucially, none of them wait for permission to ask those questions, or then to find the answers. It is being told through writers who find themselves traveling across America and readers of blogs who might say in the pub, “did you know the technology exists to make petrol out of the air?” It is being told by the cult of the possible, who seek to achieve, to bring us what we desire. Peace. Understanding. Space to love each other. People who encourage us to evolve.

    Eric Drexler has written, “As the Web becomes more comprehensive and searchable, it helps us see what’s missing in the world. The emergence of more effective ways to detect the absence of a piece of knowledge is a subtle and slowly emerging contribution of the Web, yet important to the growth of human knowledge.”

    I think we’re beginning to see, collectively, what’s missing, and crucially we’re now able to do something about it. Technology doesn’t give you permission like your teachers did. It gives you agency – to ask, to learn, to connect, to do. It says, “go on then, show me what you’ve got”.

    “I don’t know that the future’s going to be better,” says Chris. “But I think there’s a very good chance that it will be and I think that’s something that everyone can do to further increase that chance. There are several quite profound and inspiring ways of thinking about the world that suggest there are these trends that have the potential to drive a better future and I think there is such a thing as moral progress, driven not by any difference in the DNA kids are born with, but just driven by what they see, and seeing more of humanity just naturally flicks on certain switches that make people more empathetic. Of course, the future might well be truly horrible. I think it’s all to play for and I think everyone of sound mind and conscience should be in the game, trying to shape it in the right way. It’s a very false and shallow view of history to say that it’s just one thing after another. Ultimately though our history is the history of ideas. It’s a really thrilling history and ultimately that is what will drive all of our futures.”

    Ideas, creativity, curiosity – and dancing. Now there’s a mix.

    More of my talk with Chris, will of course, make it into the book…

  • March26th

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    With 'singulatarian' Ray Kurzweil

    With 'singulatarian' Ray Kurzweil

    Back to Boston.

    It’s amazing how quickly you can accept international travel as work-a-day. When I started my journey a flight heralded a feeling of adventure in me. Now, it’s like getting in a car. Another thing that’s changed is my attitude to my interviewees. When I first secured an interview with my quarry in Boston I was slightly intimidated. ‘How do you talk to someone like that?’ I asked myself, the ‘that’ in question being Ray Kurzweil. Now, as I come to end of my journey and try to tie it all together I find less trepidation in myself. I’ve spent the last year meeting extraordinary people, and I’ve got used to it. Turns out extraordinary people have plenty enough ordinary about them to get hold of.

    I arrive in Boston, deal with the ever rude and superior immigration staff and am picked up by Tracy Wemett, who you may remember as Konarka’s PR woman and driver of some, shall we say, reckless enthusiasm. Tracy, on hearing of my return to Boston has generously offered me her basement for the week, which makes a welcome change from hotels. Still, we’ve got to get to her apartment alive which, given her driving, is not a certainty.

    Since I saw Tracy last it seems I haven’t been the only one to notice her maverick approach to the road. One speeding ticket too many and she’s been required to take a driving education course by the state of Massachusetts. The results are reassuring. She tells me, “I was told I’m the sort of person who will make a road where there isn’t one.” She pauses. “Apparently that’s not good.”

    I spend the next day preparing for my interview with Ray. (I also take a visit to meet genius-entrepreneur Howard Berke at Konarka, who was, like many genius-entrepreneurs, a mixture of enthralling, socially odd and genuinely entertaining. More on him in my chapter on Solar).

    Ray Kurzweil is variously an inventor, guru, madman, prophet or genius depending on who you listen to. One indisputable truth is that Ray is a very good inventor. He invented the first machine that could scan text in any font and convert it into a computer document, a technology he applied to building a reading machine for the blind (which led to him, on the side, inventing the flatbed scanner and the text-to-speech synthesizer too). Stevie Wonder was the first customer – and this in turn led to Ray inventing a new breed of electronic synthesizers that captured the nuances of traditional ones. (In a former life as a musician I coveted the ‘Kurzweil K2000’ but not being very successful musician I could never afford one). Our interview opens in much the same way as Ray’s last book The Singularity is Near (hereafter referred to as TSIN). “The philosophy of my family, the religion, was the power of human ideas and it was personalised,” he says. “My parents told me, ‘you Ray can find the ideas to overcome challenges whether they’re grand challenges of humanity, or personal challenges’ ”.

    Ray’s journey to visionary genius/ techno-prophet/ crazy person (delete as appropriate depending on your prejudices) had its genesis in his attempt to work out a way to time his inventions for maximum impact. “I realized that most inventions fail not because the R&D department can’t get them to work but because the timing is wrong. Inventing is a lot like surfing: you have to anticipate and catch the wave at just the right moment,” he writes on page three of TSIN. So Ray started looking at technology trends and he saw something extraordinary – a clear, unmistakable pattern of exponential innovation, something he calls ‘the law of accelerating returns’ – a phenomenon centred around the idea that technology regularly doubles in efficiency. Such doubling is seen, for instance, in the increasing processing power of computers. Reality has kept pace with the predictions of ‘Moore’s law’ with almost unwavering allegiance, with performance per dollar doubling about every 18 months. But Ray says the effects of the law can be found, well, nearly everywhere, that the law of accelerating returns is the governing law of all creation.

    To understand the implications of Ray’s idea you have to get your head around how potent a force it is if something has the propensity to double. Think of it this way. Let’s say you travel a metre with each step you take. If you take ten steps you’ll have covered ten metres. Now imagine that instead of each step progressing one metre, it somehow doubles the distance you covered with the last one. So while your first step covers one metre, your second covers two and by your third your stride is four metres. The difference between ‘normal stepping’ you and ‘doubling stepping’ you is extreme and gets ever more so. As a doubling stepper your first ten steps will cover not ten metres, but one thousand and twenty four. Instead of covering the equivalent of about 1/10th of a football field you’ve covered over ten. And with your next step you’ll cover ten more – with the step after that covering another twenty whole pitches.

    By the time you’ve done just 27 steps you’ve traversed 67 million metres, or to put it another way, you’ve gone one and a half times round the world. Your next step? You double that distance and do another 67 million metres. At this rate you could walk to the sun and back (and be 85% of the way to Mars) in 38 steps (your last step having covered 137,438,953,000 metres). One can only imagine the trousers you’d need. Meanwhile, normal stepping you is about a third of the way down a football pitch. Now, of course, you can’t step like that but technology, says Ray, can. And he’s not wrong.

    Certainly on my trip I’ve seen other examples of mankind’s exponential adventure, in the plummeting cost of genome sequencing, or the ‘cost per watt’ performance of solar technologies for example. Ray cites these examples and others. The first hundred pages of TSIN almost bludgeons the reader with graph after graph, based on historical data showing exponential growth in the number of phone calls per day, cell phone subscriptions, wireless network price-performance, computers connected to the internet, internet bandwidth and so on. These all have a computing flavour, but Ray sees exponential growth of knowledge too, citing exponential growth in nanotechnology patents as an example. What about the economy? Ray plots exponential growth in the value of output per hour (measured in dollars) in private manufacturing and in the per-capita GDP of the US. Ray quotes example after example because he want us to get past what he sees as an inherit prejudice in our human thinking.

    “Our intuition is linear and I believe that’s hard-wired in our brains. I have debates with sophisticated scientists all the time, including Nobel prize winners that take a linear projection and say “it’s going to be centuries before we…” and “we know so little about…” and here you can fill in the blank depending on their field of research. They just love to say that. But they’re completely oblivious to the exponential growth of information technology and how it’s invading one field after another, health and medicine being just the latest.”

    You can’t get to Mars in 39 steps wearing linear trousers (like the one’s most of our minds wear). You need exponential ones (like technology has). But because we’re hard-wired to think in linear, rather than exponential terms we fail to see when things are coming, argues Ray. We’ll be far further than we think, far quicker than we expect. Ray predicts for instance that by the middle of the century we’ll have artificial intelligence that exceeds human cognition, a game-changing explosion of intelligence that we will merge with to usher in the next stage in our evolution – a human-machine hybrid, enhanced with similar exponential bounty brought to us by entwined revolutions in nanotechnology and biotechnology. Aging will be ‘cured’ and we’ll be able to move onto a more stable platform than our frail biology. At the same time we’ll have solved the energy crisis and dealt conclusively with climate change.

    “All these Malthusian concerns that we’re running out of resources are absolutely true if it were the case that the law of accelerating returns didn’t exist,” he says. “For instance, people take current trends in the use of energy and just assume nothing’s going to change, ignoring the fact that we have 10,000 times more energy that falls on the Earth from the Sun every day than we are using. So if we restrict ourselves to 19th Century technologies, these Malthusian concerns would be correct.” In other words, the law of accelerating returns in solar energy will soon see a green energy revolution, as the technology keeps doubling its efficiency. Ray reckons five years from now solar will be taking coal to the cleaners when it comes to cost per watt. We won’t be switching to solar because we want to save the planet, we’ll be doing it to save our bank accounts.

    “I just had a debate this week at a conference held by The Economist with Jared Diamond who basically sees our civilization going to hell in a hand-basket and points out various trends and makes this assumption that technology is a disaster and only creates problems and he has really no data to point to, it’s just aphorisms and scoffing at technology with no analysis. But he’s got a bestselling book because people love to read about how we’re heading to disaster.”

    Part of understanding what Ray is getting at requires you to understand that he sees all creation as an exercise in information processing. Everything can be expressed as data coming in, some kind of manipulation or interaction, and some data goes out. So, two atoms collide (data in), they interact in some way (data processing) and emit light and heat (data out). This is the most boring way ever to describe fire, but it doesn’t take away from the essential premise that everything can be viewed as a manipulation of information. In other words, everything (including you) is an ‘information technology’ and therefore the law of accelerating returns becomes the fundamental law that governs all creation.

    In 1999 Ray published a book called The Age of Spiritual Machines in which he applied this law to make predictions, and handily he made a bunch for the decade from 2009. Critics and advocates alike have lept on these, loudly proclaiming “Ray was right!” or “Ray was wrong!” depending, it seems, on how they view the world – and all ignoring the fact that Ray didn’t say his predictions were for one year, but for the period beginning 2009. “Most of Kurzweil’s predictions are actually astoundingly accurate,” writes one blogger, while another asserts his forecasts are “ludicrously inaccurate.” Oh dear.

    My own analysis is that, with the odd caveat, Ray seems to be on the right track with his predictions and many seem extremely prescient. According to Ray 89 are correct, 13 are “essentially correct”, three are partially correct, two are ten years off, and just one is wrong (but he claims it was tongue in cheek anyway). Certainly there is some pride in Kurzweil’s response to his critics and you could argue he’s stretching the point a bit when he defends some of his predictions, massaging the semantics of the prediction to match the current situation, but, all that aside, he’s still been right more often than he hasn’t. By anybody’s reckoning that’s prediction nirvana, and a skill any investor would love to have (oh, Ray’s latest venture? A hedge fund.)

    But part of the problem with Ray Kurzweil, or rather part of the problem in talking about Ray Kurzweil is that he raises strong emotions. Trying to separate reasoned debate from the howl of emotion that his work provokes is hard. Take the view of Douglas R. Hofstadter, now a cognitive scientist at Indiana University, but more famously the author of Gödel, Escher, Bach: An Eternal Golden Braid – an attempt to explain how consciousness can arise from a system, even though the system’s component parts aren’t individually conscious.  (This is a key area of study for Ray too, because it is through reverse engineering the human brain that he believes we’ll be able to unlock the mechanisms of mind, replicate them in machines and so free ourselves from the biological limitations of our brain). Here’s what Hofstader has to say about Ray’s ideas:

    “I find is that it’s a very bizarre mixture of ideas that are solid and good with ideas that are crazy. It’s as if you took a lot of very good food and some dog excrement and blended it all up so that you can’t possibly figure out what’s good or bad. It’s an intimate mixture of rubbish and good ideas, and it’s very hard to disentangle the two…”

    That’s like Stevie Wonder saying, “I can’t work out if Paul McCartney is a genius or a wanker”. Such is the trouble with talking about Ray. (You can see the full text of the interview this comes from here)

    As I comment throughout An Optimist’s Tour of the Future, the advance of new technologies, particularly biotechnology, make many people (including me) uncomfortable – and then Ray comes along and says, ‘belt up, things are going way faster than you thought, and by the way, that means I’m not going to die. Would you like to transcend your biology with me? Hurry now’. It’s no wonder our linear-trousered brains are stretched to the limit, no wonder some people find Ray just too difficult to engage with. And on the other side of the coin are those who do see Ray as some kind of prophet, whose ideas save them from the sticky issue of their mortality. Ray’s ‘Singularity’ – the moment at which ‘strong AI’ arrives and we merge with it – has been called “the Rapture of the nerds” (a phrase coined by science fiction author Ken MacLeod). These Utopian-techno-nerds don’t really help Ray’s cause. I advocate the approach of Juan Enriquez, the founder of Harvard Business Schools’ Life Science Project, and another Boston resident, who told me, “Do I always agree with Ray? No. Does he make me think? Always.”

    It seems to me (from my linear trousered perspective) that progress in robotics, AI, synthetic biology and genomics brings philosophical questions such as “what does it mean to be human?” into your living room, and not in an ‘interesting-debate-over-a-glass-of-wine’ sort of way, but in a ‘right-in-your-face-what-are-you-going-to-do-about-it?’ sort of way.

    When the possibility that the hand your mate Robin lost to cancer three years ago can be replaced by a robotic one with a sense of touch becomes a real option we begin to ask ourselves, ‘Is that hand really part of Robin? If I shake that hand am I really shaking Robert’s hand? Gee I don’t know. I feel kinda weird’. (By the way, Robin isn’t fictional, he’s Robin af Ekenstam and you can watch a video of his new hand being attached here). And just as we can start to engineer robot hands and merge them with humans, we will soon, thanks to the law of accelerating returns, be able to engineer to genuine robot intelligence and merge it with our brains, argues Ray.

    “The basic principles of intelligence are not that complicated, and we understand some of them, but we don’t fully understand them yet. When we understand them we’ll be able to amplify them, focus on them – we won’t be limited to a neo-cortex that fits into a less than one cubic foot skull and we certainly won’t run it on a chemical substrate that sends information at a few hundred feet per second, which is a million times slower than electronics. We can take those principles and re-engineer them and we’re going to merge them with our own brains”.

    It’s statements like this that bring Ray into conflict with many scientists who think he’s not so much running before he can walk, as getting in jet fighter straight out of the crib. Although, for Ray, that’s kind of the point. Crib to jet fighter is really just a few doublings after all, the law of accelerating returns in action. But for some, Ray is a bit like Tracy. He makes a road where there isn’t one, they say.

    One thing is certain. If a conscious human-like intelligence is ‘computable’ (i.e. it can be run on a machine substrate) the processing power to compute it will be within reach of the even your desktop very soon. Hans Moravec wondered, “what processing rate would be necessary to yield performance on par with the human brain?” and came up with the gargantuan figure of 100 trillion instructions per second, which is one of those numbers that generally makes most of us go “hmmm, I think I’ll make a cup of tea now.” To put this number in context, as I was ushered into the world in the early seventies IBM introduced a computer that could perform one million instructions per second. This is one millionth of Moravec’s figure. By the dawn of the millennium chip-maker, AMD, were selling a microprocessor over three and half thousand times quicker (testament to a technological journey that had been populated with continual exponential leaps in processing power throughout the intervening period). This yielded a chip that is still 280 times less powerful than the brain’s computational prowess (by Moravec’s reckoning) but is a staggering upswing in power nonetheless. Intel have just released their ‘Core i7 Extreme’ chip which is forty times faster than the AMD device from 2000 and computes at the mind-numbing speed of 147,600,000,000 instructions per second – or about one seventh of Moravec’s figure. At this rate your new laptop will achieve the same computational speed as the human brain before the decade is out. Soon after that, if the exponential trend continues, your laptop (or whatever replaces it) will have more hard processing muscle than all human brains put together. This will happen sometime around the middle of the century according to Kurzweil.

    Supercomputers have passed Moravec’s milestone and it’s therefore no surprise to find various projects using them to try to simulate parts of animal and human brains, merging neuroscience and computer science in an attempt to get to the bottom of what’s really going on in that skull of yours. It’s important to realise that simulating something often takes more computing power than being something (aircraft simulators have more computers than actual aircraft for instance) and a complete simulation of an entire human brain running in real-time is still beyond the reach of even the most powerful computers. But not for long. Henry Markram’s Blue Brain project (which works by simulating individual brain cells on different processors and then linking them together) believes “It is not impossible to build a brain, and we can do it in ten years.” He’s even joked (or not, depending on how seriously you take the claim) he’ll bring the result to talk at conferences. Markram has similarly upset more conservative voices in the AI field. Even Ray thinks he’s over-optimistic. (The prediction falls outside the curve predicted by Ray’s graphs by a hefty margin).

    You can see Markram’s TED talk (where he suggests he’ll be bringing the Blue Brain back to the conference as a speaker within a decade) below.

    I find myself thinking back to my talk with George Church, Professor of Genetics at Harvard Medical School. If you accept evolution as an explanation of how humanity came to be, that the common genetic code of all living things is proof that you, I and Paris Hilton all, at some point, evolved from the same source (that source being a collection of molecules that became the first cell) then one way of looking at the human being (and therefore the human brain) is ‘simply’ as a collection of unthinking tiny bio-machines computing away – reading genetic code, and spewing out ‘computed’ proteins and the rest. We’re machines too, just wet biological ones. You are an information technology.

    Robotics pioneer Rodney Brooks makes this argument as well. “The body, this mass of biomolecules, is a machine that acts according to a set of specified rules,” he writes in Robot: The Future of Flesh and Machines

    Needless to say, many people bristle at the use of the word “machine”. They will accept some description of themselves as collections of components that are governed by rules of interaction, and with no component beyond what can be understood with mathematics, physics and chemistry. But that to me is the essence of what a machine is, and I have chosen to use that word to perhaps brutalize the reader a little.

    In short, intelligence and consciousness are computable, because you and I are computing it right now. I compute, therefore I am. George Church was less brutal in his take on the ‘human machine’. “I think of us more and more as mechanisms,” he told me. “We’re starting to see more and more of the mechanism exposed and it just makes it more impressive to me, not less. If someone showed me a really intricate clock or computer that had emotions and self awareness and spirituality and so forth I’d be very, very impressed and I think that’s where we are heading, were we can be impressed by the mechanism.”

    But something’s not sitting right with me, and it’s not that I don’t like being called a ‘machine’ (believe me, that’s nothing compared to some of the heckles I’ve had). In fact, the machine metaphor makes a kind of sense given what I found out at Harvard.

    It was Cynthia Breazeal, head of the personal Robotics lab who I met last time I was in Boston that expressed it best.The bottom line is there’s still a long way to go before we can have a simulation actually do anything. I mean they can run the simulation but what is it doing that can be seen as being intelligent? How does that grind out into real behaviour, where you show it something and have it respond to it? I still think there’s a lot of understanding that needs to be done. I do, I really do. I think we’re making fantastic strides but I think,” (she dropped to a conspiratorial whisper, smiling) “there’s a lot we still don’t know!”

    Cynthia nailed the root of my discomfort. Someone can give you the best calculator in the shop, but if you’ve never learned any maths, it’s largely useless to you. If the brain is computable, it’s not that we won’t have the processing power to recreate its mechanisms, but that we’re still a long way off working out how to drive that simulation. If you’d never learned to read your eyes could take in the shape of every letter on this page, but it’d mean nothing to you, and printing it out photocopying it a hundred times (or even inventing the printer and photocopying machine in order to do so) wouldn’t help you either. Just as you had to learn to read, AI and neuroscience research, collectively, have to tease out not only what it is they’re looking at, but what it means.

    Sure, there’s exponential growth in processing power, but the jury is out as to whether there is an equivalent growth in understanding how to use that power more ‘intelligently’, to create (to paraphrase one of Henry Markram’s analogies) a concerto of the mind by playing the grand piano of the brain. If there had been, maybe your new laptop would be one-seventh as smart as you are. But it isn’t. This is where the strength of projects like the Blue Brain (and Cynthia’s work) really lie – as tools to slowly help us to pose the right questions that will lead to a better understanding of intelligence, emotion and consciousness.

    This is what I really want to ask Ray. “Have you got any graphs that clearly show an exponential growth in understanding? or in the ability of us to collectively make sense of the great philosophical questions, the intractable questions – ‘What is life?’, ‘What is consciousness?’” I ask. “Have we seen the law of accelerating returns in our understanding of these questions? Is our knowledge, our wisdom also keeping pace?”

    “Well, I’m actually working on that in connection with my next book which is called How the mind works and how to build one, says Ray.

    Well he would be, wouldn’t he?

    More of my interview with Ray will, of course, be in the book…

  • October18th

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    If it wasn’t for the armed soldiers observing me and my companions as we step onto the jetty, I could be in paradise. The sky is a pure shimmering blue, the sand underfoot is soft and fine, the sea a crystal clear aquamarine teeming with life. A light breeze rustles through the palm trees, which offer shelter from the sweltering sky.

    Welcome to Paradise

    Welcome to Paradise

    This is the military island of Girifushi and the soldiers looking at us, with a mix of slight disdain and bemusement, are likely ex-employees of the dictatorial regime who tortured the man we are all here to see. Later this week I will ask Mohamed Nasheed how he feels about being in charge of a military and a police force that used to oppress him – and his reply is typically surprising and positive.

    Today the government of the Maldives will hold an underwater cabinet meeting in an attempt to draw the world’s attention to the perils of climate change – and position the Maldives as a front line state in the battle against global warming. I’m the odd one out. Everyone else here seems to be either a journalist (I meet cheery correspondents from Good Morning America and Al Jazeera) or an activist (like the fabulously named Susannah and Ya’acov Darling-Kahn who are behind sixbillionreasons.org – and who are also using their trip to the Maldives to take a 20 year overdue honeymoon). TV Maldives has turned a lagoon on the other side of the island into an underwater studio. Three metres underwater cameras are trained on a sub-surface arrangement of tables and national flags, carefully positioned around an outcrop of coral. In a tent on the shore TV executives hustle and bustle around banks of audio-visual equipment that feed them images and sound from the bottom of the lagoon. Their expressions betray excitement and national pride along with what I can only describe as the ‘I hope we don’t cock this up’ look.

    Most people here will take in proceedings from the shore. After months of careful e-mailing with the president’s PR liaison (the impossibly youthful looking Paul Roberts) I’m lucky enough to be allowed to see the action from the water.

    We’re briefed in the press area where everyone seems good natured except for a couple of press photographers who are demanding access to the water too. “Taking pictures of journalists is of no interest to me,” exclaims one grumpily, “so I must be allowed closer”. Later, as we bob about in the water while the president addresses the TV cameras amassed on the shore the same person will try and manhandle me out of his path saying, “if you’re not shooting can you just get out the way?” I’d say there are about 100 people on this island with one form of camera or another and only these two are being arsey. Paul later tells me these same photographers have turned up at the last minute and demanded to be allowed access to the event ‘because they had flown a long way’.

    I’m kitted out with a mask, snorkel and fins while being briefed by the man who will be our escort in the water. Because none of the cabinet ministers will be able to talk during the event they are all following a printed ‘order of service’, which will guide them through their headline grabbing meeting.

    1.    President signals OK
    2.    Cabinet reply OK
    3.    President signals LOOK SLATE
    4.    Cabinet open manual page 3
    5.    President signals statement OK
    6.    Cabinet signal statement OK
    7.    President signs statement
    8.    Cabinet pass the slate one by one
    9.    President signals cabinet ascent

    …and so on.

    Dictatorship, Nasheed-style

    Dictatorship, Nasheed-style

    The statement in question, to be delivered taken to the Copenhagen Climate Summit in December, is printed on an underwater slate and calls for nations around the world to cut greenhouse gas emissions.  I’m guessing everyone’s confident that the statement is OK. A late amendment motion could be tricky.

    I’m taken to the waters edge and we dive in. It’s deliciously warm. As I come to the surface I’m struck by how incongruous and just brilliant my life at this moment is. I may be writing a book about the future, but right now I feel incredible. I know that when my time comes and my life flashes before me I will remember this. I’m grinning from ear to ear. Even the grumbling photographers who’ve managed to intimidate Paul into allowing them in the water make me smile. It’s strangely comic to observe them cajole and hassle our escort, demanding to be taken closer still to the meeting below us. It takes a special kind of skill to be fed up in these circumstances. It’s almost admirable. (In defence of the photographers I will later see their work and have to admit that being grumpy hasn’t affected either’s ability to take a fine picture).

    I swim around the perimeter of the meeting avoiding scuba-clad cameramen and the wires that trail into the lagoon from the shore. It’s a bizarre experience, precisely because it is in many ways so, well, ordinary. Cabinet ministers pass the statement to each other in an orderly procession of aquatic cordiality, occasionally handing an waterproof marker to the person next to them who has just spend the last second or two looking around for theirs in the underwater equivalent of fumbling in your jacket. The familiarity of the exercise, I realise, is the thing that will make the event great TV. It is both ordinary and extraordinary simultaneously. Who isn’t intrigued by a government meeting taking place underwater? More people will tune in to watch this than they would to see someone battling a huge shark. Battling huge sharks is within the parameters of what we expect from the underwater world. Having a sit down to sign a governmental accord is not. It’s a brilliant piece of PR. (Hill and Knowlton take note). I warrant it’s the only time you’ll see an entire cabinet dressed in rubber and it’s not something to do with the Tory’s.

    "Have we watered this down too much?"

    "Have we watered this down too much?"

    The fish seem largely unimpressed, darting around the coral as if having a bunch of cabinet ministers, a president, a brace of support divers, underwater camerapeople and some office furniture in the water is an everyday occurrence.

    Everyone sticks to the order of service and there are no new motions, or dissent from the assembled rubber-clad dignitaries. Given that most of them had to take diving lessons to be here I suspect that the majority are keen just to get through the thing without drowning or making a tit of themselves.

    The meeting lasts about 20 minutes. The ministers raise from their seats and begin to swim back to the lagoon’s edge. I find myself swimming just to the right and slightly above the president. He gazes my way and I must look startled because he makes the underwater signal for ‘Are you OK?’ I respond to assure him I am. I’m more than OK, but there isn’t a hand signal for ‘Bloody hell! I’m at an underwater cabinet meeting in the Maldives! How cool is that?!

    The party reaches the shore and I look up. A myriad of microphones and camera lenses stare back. The world’s press is clamouring for the best vantage point and is launching into a barrage of questions which Nasheed answers from the water, being careful to link the threat he sees to the Maldives with that faced by the rest of the world. There’s also some good-natured banter about the benefit of having a cabinet meeting where none of your ministers can talk, and whether underwater meetings might become a regular feature of the Nasheed administration. “The whole idea is that this doesn’t become a regular feature,” he replies.

    It’s odd to be in the middle of international news event. I feel out of place bobbing around behind the president as the sun sparkles off the water, with possibly the biggest smile I’ve had on my face since I started this trip. It’s a delicious mix of politics, paradise and the thought ‘how the hell did I end up here?’ Subsequently my mug finds it way into the newspapers and websites of the world. There’s the president, patiently answering questions, and just behind him a grinning loon from New Cross, South East London who probably couldn’t answer the question ‘what is your name?’ at this moment.

    Optimist infiltrates government. (Picture: Associated Press)

    Optimist infiltrates government. (Picture: Associated Press)

    As we climb out of the lagoon I conclude that not nearly enough cabinet meetings are held underwater. On the short walk to lunch the president is waylaid numerous times by journalists eager to grab some face time with him. I’m relaxed because my interview, scheduled for tomorrow, has been in the diary for months. Or so I thought.

    Over lunch Paul, the PR liaison starts to use worryingly vague and expectation-limiting language. I’ll ‘probably’ get my interview ‘in the next two days’, it’s ‘usually’ not a problem, although the president ‘has a very full diary’. My confidence is not bolstered when Paul suggests it might be ‘helpful’ to say hello to president now ‘just so he knows who you are.’ Paul introduces me in a way that gives the strong impression this is the first time he’s told the Nasheed anything about me. I compliment the president on the day’s success and say I am looking forward to our interview tomorrow. He looks confused. ‘Are we having an interview?’ he asks.

    In Paul’s defence, today has been a huge media exercise, perhaps the biggest international coverage in the news media the Maldives has ever had. The man from New Cross is no doubt way down the agenda, but nonetheless, I’ve flown over 5,000 miles for the single purpose of interviewing a man who it seems I may not get to talk to beyond 30 seconds of presidential bemusement and one underwater hand signal each. I express my concerns to Paul who assures me my interview will take place. ‘Call me tomorrow morning,’ he says. ‘We’ll see how things are looking then.’ None of this has a ring of certainty about it. A local journalist informs me that ‘this kind of thing isn’t uncommon out here. You’ve kind of got to roll with it.’ It seems like good counsel, not that I have much option, but if the situation prevails I may find myself having to adopt techniques recently showcased by arsey photographers… For now however, the sun in shining, lunch is good, people are smiling. There are worse places to be.

  • October17th

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    Malé, Capital of the Maldives

    Malé, Capital of the Maldives

    I’ve arrived in the Maldivian capital of Malé, the only capital to occupy its own island. Other capitals can be found on islands, but there are no others that are islands. Its two square kilometres host somewhere between 90,000 and 150,000 people (definite figures are hard to come by). Even by lowest estimates this makes Malé one of the most densely occupied cities on the planet. In stark contrast to spacious whole-island resorts for which the country is famed (and which provide a huge proportion of its earnings) Malé is a warren of tight streets, filled with the buzzing of thousands of scooters.

    With limited street lighting I’m amusingly confused several times this evening by what I imagine to be the twin beams of car headlights approaching, which suddenly diverge as two scooters pass either side of me. I think I need to avoid a car and go to make a move only for said vehicle to apparently split in two in an attempt to make sure I have no escape (except possibly from this mortal coil). Nobody wears helmets and most people drive with the sort of reckless abandon that could make one reflect kindly on Tracy Wemmet’s skills behind the wheel. I say ‘could’ advisedly. (If you’ve been keeping up with the blog you’ll remember Tracy as the afterlife-seeking PR representative for thin film solar panel manufactures Konarka in Boston).

    Just as the contrast between the spacious resorts and the teeming metropolis of Malé is stark, so is that between the wealth of visitors and native Maldivians. As the man I’ve come see (newly elected president Mohammed Nasheed) says:

    “We have a situation in the Maldives where you have a very poor 3rd world island which is next to a very rich European island.” One of his initiatives to address this disparity is to encourage resorts to link their economies with neighbouring islands by buying labour and supplies.

    Nature’s most abundant greenhouse gas, water vapour, makes itself known in the Maldives. The air enjoyed by the Maldivian archipelago is humid, keeping the nights hot and muggy. By the time I’ve spent an hour getting lost in the city’s streets I’m covered in a thin film of perspiration.

    By the docks I find hundreds of boats, many offloading strong smelling catches of huge yellow fin tuna. The tuna are dumped unceremoniously into pots with their heads down (and thus obscured) giving them the comic appearance of a strange cross between a cactus and a hat stand.

    Fishy Cactus Hatstand

    Fishy Cactus Hatstand

    In a tiled hall I witness the fish being gutted and prepared for sale. Huge knives expertly gouge out lidless eyes, heads are ripped off, spines are removed in single, swift and well practiced movements by men smoking cigarettes and made indifferent to their butchery through repetition. I guess ripping the head of a tuna becomes as mundane as processing an invoice if you’ve done it enough times.

    Most foreign visitors (whose number is almost double the population of the nation) either never see Malé (transferring directly to and from the resorts) or spend just a single night here in preparation for an early morning return flight. I’m happy to be here longer, getting to see the Maldivian people on their own terms, as well as meet their new president.

    Mohamed ‘Anni’ Nasheed has had an extraordinary life, and he’s only 42. In 2008 Nasheed’s Maldivian Democratic Party (born in exile in Sri Lanka, and Wiltshire) ended the 30 year dictatorship of Maumoon Adul Gayoom, a man who wasn’t shy of conducting human rights abuses, particularly against those who didn’t like his autocratic government. Detention without trial, torture and politically motivated assassinations were all part of the portfolio.

    In a speech given a year before he became president to the UK Conservative Party (who’d helped Nasheed organise and gain international recognition for the MDP) Nasheed said:

    “The minute we mention the Maldives it’s very hard for us to convince you that it really is hell for a lot of people, because it’s such a beautiful place. Its beauty doesn’t quite go with brutality, torture and all the atrocities that happen there.”

    Two years later Nasheed returned to the Conservative party conference, as the first democratically elected president of the Maldives to say ‘thank you’ and lobby for increased action on combating climate change. He recalled:

    “I speak as a man who has personally experienced the worse a regime can contrive in order to suppress its people. I was imprisoned on 16 different occasions and spent a total of 6 years in jail. Of these I spend 18 months in solitary confinement. The thing that saddens me most about these experiences is that I was not able to witness the birth of my two daughters.”

    In the same speech he remarked, “Not surprisingly these obscenities were never mentioned internationally as an incentive to visit my country.” Human rights abuses don’t sit well with tourism and the international community was slowly waking up to the unsavoury political picture on the islands. On the home front too things were getting sticky for Gayoom. Despite his penchant for criminal repression, civil unrest was growing. A 2004 protest saw 3,000 democracy protesters take to the streets of the capital to demand reform. (On Malé that’s a huge demonstration). Gayoom sent in the riot police – hundreds were arrested and the day became know as ‘Black Friday’. Internationally, he went on the PR offensive, hiring the London PR firm Hill and Knowlton, who were reportedly paid £13,000 a month for their services. Not long after, the move rather back-fired for both Gayoom and his Soho-based advocates, by attracting a whole bunch of bad press for all concerned and drawing even more attention to his regime’s shortcomings.

    Modernisers in his own government convinced Gayoom that if he wasn’t careful he’d have a full scale revolution on his hands and he reluctantly agreed to official recognition of other political parties, the MDP being the first. The Asian tsunami of Boxing Day 2004 also brought indirect pressure. It’s hard to ask for international aid when you’re known for imprisoning and murdering your own people. Elsewhere though he continued to stall on constitutional reform and in 2005 Gayoom reverted to old habits. At a demonstration marking the anniversary of Black Friday Gayoom sent police to arrest Nasheed – and subsequently charged him with terrorism (also telling him the loudspeaker he was using to address the crowd was ‘a weapon’). One wonders what Hill and Knowlton had been teaching Gayoom. Surely in the rule book of PR there’s something that says,

    “Rule 46: when under the watchful eye of the international community and human rights organisations try not to arrest popular democracy reformers. In particular don’t send a pack of armed police into a large crowd where lots of people have cameras to drag away one unarmed man. It looks bad, trust us. Instead, we suggest a cocktail reception.”

    The arrest, unsurprisingly, sparked further public dissent and international observers voiced concerns that Nasheed would not receive a fair trial. It took a nearly a year but in the end Nasheed walked free, in exchange for a promise not to foment revolution. But the revolution had already happened. Despite Gayoom now trying to paint himself as a political reformer (not and easy task when it’s your own rule that needs reforming) Nasheed won the first free presidential election last year.

    In a speech earlier this year, Nasheed gave an example of how democracy is slowly taking root:

    “One of the first people released after the election was a man who four years ago held a banner calling for the resignation of my predecessor. I urged him to exercise his new found freedoms to hold the government to account. I’m pleased that the fellow has already started his work and has called for my resignation! I am proud to report that there are no political prisoners in the Maldives.”

    Other popular moves included destroying the buildings used for detention and torture, and choosing to turn the opulent multi-million dollar presidential palace built by his predecessor over to the judiciary to house a new supreme court. That palace I think is one of the biggest smoking guns when it comes to nailing Gayoom’s ‘evil bonkers dictator’ reputation. The absolute giveaway is the gold plated toilet (pictured below). I mean, come on. If a bullion-encrusted commode doesn’t cry out, “I really am a self serving bastard” what does?

    Smoking Gun

    Smoking Gun

    Nasheed and Gayoom may not share an interest in gaudy bathroom furniture, but they do both understand the power of PR, although Nasheed’s a damn sight better at it than Hill and Knowlton. Nasheed is an ex-journalist (it was criticism of Gayoom in his magazine Sangu that first brought him into direct conflict with the previous regime) and has used his media savvy to bring the most pressing problem the Maldives faces to the international stage.

    Not one of the 1190 islands that make up the nation is more than six feet above sea level. So as the planet warms and the seas expand the risk is that they’ll be less and less of the Maldives to see. “The challenges facing us are great,” says Nasheed. “I need not rehearse here the statistics relating to climate change. I will simply tell you that if the process continues unchecked my grandchildren will find their island home has disappeared completely under the seas.” In an impassioned speech to the UN assembly he was unequivocal. “It’s crystal clear to us…. If things go business as usual we will not live. We will die. Our country will not exist.”

    He has described the Maldives as the equivalent of the ‘canary in the coal mine’ that miners used to help detect build ups of deadly methane and carbon dioxide. (Above certain concentrations of these gases canaries tend to die, hence the analogy of the ‘canary in the coal mine’ as a warning to others that prevails today). Nasheed argues that, “If we cannot save 350,000 Maldivians from rising seas today we cannot save the millions in New York, London or Mumbai tomorrow.” To the world he says, “we are all Maldivians now” and compares his country to Poland in the second world war, ‘a frontline state’ in the global battle against CO2 rise. But Nasheed isn’t a pessimist, instead using the climate challenge problem to position the Maldives as a nation-sized laboratory of change, an example to the world of how we might battle global warming.

    “The Maldives is determined to break old habits,” he told the UN. “From now on we will no longer be content to shout about the perils of climate change. Instead we believe our acute vulnerability provides us with the clarity of vision to understand how the problem may be solved.”

    Too much of the debate over climate change has been debilitating he argues. “The Kyoto protocol and the current narrative about global climatic change has been about not doing things, about not emitting gas, about not going on holiday, about not having an icecream,” Nasheed told Al Jazeera. “My feeling is this is the wrong way to go about it. We should be demanding we do things, do greener things, invest in renewable energy. Renewable energy is doable, it’s feasible and will give you a handsome return.”

    He wants to provide a template, or ‘survival kit’ for other nations. One of his first big announcements upon coming to power was to commit his nation to becoming carbon neutral within 10 years, and I’ve been reliably informed that some concrete announcements will be made concerning this plan in the coming week or two. This might go some way to answering Nasheed’s critics who claim he’s all publicity but has little political substance.

    Those same critics will no doubt see tomorrow’s attention grabbing event as another example of a president interested more with publicity than policy. Nasheed will lead the world’s first underwater cabinet meeting, three metres below the waves, complete with a table, national flags and a scuba support team.

    I’m going.

  • September21st

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    I wake with a not insubstantial hangover. Colin’s tiny shower offers little solace for my aching head, but slowly I return to normality and head into Manhattan to meet Rachel Holtzman, my US publisher at Penguin Avery for lunch. This is the first time I’ve met Rachel in person, although we’ve had many phone conversations since she bought the American rights for the book (demonstrating her obvious good taste and intelligence).

    There’s an easy, but steely calm to Rachel. If she were an animal she’d be a swan, a powerful grace that I suspect, if necessary, could quite quickly become formidable, but rarely has a need to. “I don’t have trouble with many authors,” she says, “but some do turn out to be stealth assholes.” I laugh. I’m looking forward to working with her. She just seems, well, solid.

    I’m full of excitement about the book and talk hurriedly and a little disconnectedly about everything I’ve been discovering (there is so much in my head it’s still a little jumbled up). It’s pouring out of me in a less than coherent fashion, not helped I’m sure by the bath of red wine and beer I subjected my neurons to the previous evening. On the basis of this I suspect Rachel may be thinking ‘If he talks like this, then God alone knows how much editing his writing will need.’

    One thing that does concern me is the proposed publication date for the book, a whole 18 months after I’m due to deliver my manuscript. I’m worried this may compromise its grasp of the zeitgeist. For instance, there’s a very high possibility that synthetic life will have been created by the time the book hits the stores, yet my manuscript will read as if it hasn’t happened. Sub-orbital tourists will likely be in space by the time you can buy a book that describes them as a near-future possibility. Advances in machine learning (already moving faster than I had expected) may have delivered headlines in the time between the delivery of my manuscript and publication that will make my work seem, well, behind the curve (hardly good for a book about the future). I’m struck by how fast everything I am investigating is moving, and how slow book publishing seems in comparison.

    Ideally I’d like the book out before Christmas 2010 but both Penguin and Profile (my publishers outside the US) are talking of mid-late 2011. It seems impossibly far away, but there are a number of good reasons for the delay. There is the process of working with my editors to hone the manuscript – an experience I’m rather looking forward too (I tend to work better with a sounding board). There is the need to consider marketing strategies, design book covers, and schedule promotional activities. The various TV, radio shows, book fairs etc that will form part of my promotional duties need to be approached and slots booked well in advance. In the end, the speed of publication is largely dependent on the quality of my initial manuscript. The closer it is to the mark, the easier it is for Rachel and Mark (Ellingham, my publisher at Profile) to expedite its route to market.

    All that said, I’m feeling that the book will be a lot more about ethics, attitudes and moral frameworks than I had previously thought. These themes are perennial, and if I weave them well into the text, it should remain ‘current’ whatever the publication date. Indeed, Juan Enriquez’s As the Future Catches You is largely out of date, in terms of the statistics and studies he quotes, but the intellectual and moral issues he asks us to consider have a ongoing resonance. Perhaps I’m worrying too much…

    I spend the early part of the afternoon walking down the west side of Manhattan spending time in Rockefeller Park and watching yachts sail up the Hudson. On one I see an advert for ‘America’s only gay sailing tea dance’ – surely one of the few businesses where a single supplier can saturate the market. Seriously, how many gay sailing tea dances can one economy support? Wandering into the island I hit a sea of humanity, a wall of intent. Everyone has something to do in New York, somewhere to go, someone to see, something to be getting on with. I too have an appointment, with neuroscientist René Hen.

    René is the head of Colin’s neuroscience lab at Columbia University Hospital where his team research Stem Cell Biology and the ‘Neurobiology of Learning and Memory’. He’s also incredibly French. Immediately you know you’re in the presence of someone with a wildly playful spirit. It goes beyond the kind of comic book Gaelic exuberance you might imagine (although he has this in abundance). It’s a look in his eyes. They’re bright from deep within as if little pinpricks of pure inspiration are burning somewhere behind the retina. He smiles easily, laughs easier. He wears his brains like a great musician wears his instrument, not as a badge of honour, or a mark of their profession – but as something they just have a great deal of fun with.

    René Hen - impossibly French

    René Hen - impossibly French

    I ask René how he got into neuroscience. He laughs. “Um… it was my experience with magic mushrooms a long time ago. The idea a tiny amount of this discrete compound could have such a powerful behavioural effect was interesting. You take half of a mushroom and you get effects that are pretty profound and last for hours…”

    “In fact they’ll turn you into a neuroscientist,” I say.

    “Yes! But beyond that I thought that a lot of the mystery had gone out of biology and immunology. Then, and now, the biggest mysteries lie in the brain. That was the other attraction.”

    The problem with neuroscience, to put it bluntly, is it’s bloody complicated. One of the reasons ‘the biggest mysteries lie in the brain’ is that it is an inordinately complex piece of kit. There are, for instance, 400 miles of blood vessels and100 billion nerve cells in that jellylike mass of fat and protein sat inside your head (that’s approximately the same as the number of stars in the galaxy). Trying to understand the interplay of all that cognitive wetware is a mammoth task. Isolating and studying specific in-brain systems or processes is hard to do, akin to trying to concentrate on a single shade of blue throughout a picture of the entire ocean.

    For many years neuroscience made use of those unfortunate enough to have suffered a brain injury or ‘lesion’ as a way to try and understand how the whole system worked, the method of deduction roughly being, ‘well it seems if you take that chunk of the brain out then the patient loses the ability understand basic social etiquette’ (this is actually a direct quote from a physician looking at a brain scan of Boris Johnson).  The brain is not divided into neat departments. As René says, “you can lesion many parts of the brain and get similar behavioural deficits, say in memory or mood. Or, you can lesion one part of the brain and get a particular behavioural outcome, but there could be 50 reasons for it.” Similarly, even though the genetic mutations that are related to diseases like Alzheimer’s, Parkinson’s or Huntington’s are long identified we still don’t understand how these mutations eventually lead to behaviour we see in patients. There’s just too many variables to consider in the way the brain develops and compensates for us to have a model of how these diseases develop. “If you have a mutation early on, you have the whole cascade of developmental compensations, re-wiring afterwards, and at the end there is no way to trace it back to the mutation,” says René. At least not yet.

    Trying to ask specific questions about brain chemistry and physiology is a bit like asking my mum about whether she enjoyed her dinner. “Well, I had fish, which reminds me that there was a great deal on fish at Sainsburies this Saturday, which I found out from talking to Beryl, you remember Beryl? we met her on holiday in Greece and it turned out she lived just down the road in Dunchurch, where by the way the statue in the square was hit by a car, it was in the paper, front page, did you know your brother’s bought a new car…?” (My mum does an amazing thing. She will eventually tell you if she enjoyed her dinner and in the process of getting there will tie up any loose ends she’s left hanging during her tangential asides. It all comes together like the video of an explosion being played in reverse.)

    Because the physiology of the brain is not unlike my mum’s method of answering a questions (everything is related to everything else) isolating useful lines of enquiry is quite hard. You need to get rid of a lot of ‘noise’. This is why when I visit Colin’s bit of the lab (which I have to say needs a damn good tidy up!) he is peering at individual rat neurons under his microscope. Neuroscience is now a largely ‘bottom up’ profession. When neuroscientists therefore find a system that seems to behave in a predictable way within the brain they get excited. Neurogenesis – the ability of the brain to generate new neurons is one such system.

    That our brains generate new brain cells still comes as a surprise to a lot of people, even though it’s been 20 years since neurogenesis was discovered occurring in the hippocampus (a part of the brain associated with long term memory and spatial awareness).  “The dogma was that no new neurons are added in the mature brain,” says René..

    (Another popular myth is that alcohol kills brains cells. Roberta Pentney, professor of anatomy and cell biology at the University at Buffalo concluded it doesn’t, but it does hamper the ability of your brain cells to communicate – although the effects are not permanent. René, I notice has a fine selection of beers and spirits sat on his desk).

    “For some reason we still don’t understand anti-depressants stimulate the production of young neurons – neurogenesis – in the hippocampus,” says René. “So here we have a form of brain plasticity that’s very easy to manipulate, it’s a cell type that’s very unique, you only find it in the hippocampus and maybe one other area. So it’s a window into a brain function. In a sense nature gave us a tool here.”

    “Almost a little laboratory in the brain?” I ask

    “Exactly.”

    You can stimulate neurogenesis yourself. Exercise, learn something new. ‘Enrichment’ says René is good for your brain. “It’s probably a good idea to have more of these neurons,” he says. “We actually don’t know for sure how much more is good though”.

    The discovery and understanding of neurogenesis offers hope to those battling neurodegenerative disorders. If we can learn to switch on the process, coaxing stem cells in the brain to become neurons then we may be able to reverse the damage done to memory by Alzheimer’s, or to repair brain damage caused by more direct means (say a head injury or listening to James Blunt).

    Warning. May contain Andrew Lloyd Webber.

    Warning. May contain Andrew Lloyd Webber.

    “There are stem cells all over the brain,” says Rene. “So even though there are only two niches where neurogenesis is taking place in normal conditions you could wake them up in other parts of the brain. We know that they are elsewhere because if you lesion other parts of the brain, you can get neurogenesis there. So clearly the stem cells are there or are recruited from outside. Theoretically you could treat any neurodegenerative disease. Or a spinal cord injury. Or a cortical injury. That’s something that’s still science fiction but I would not be surprised if we can achieve that.”

    “That’s an incredibly exciting proposition?”

    “Yes, it is very exciting. The interest in this area is enormous.”

    My time with René is up, but I’ve been invigorated by talking to him. He’s like a cross between Winnie the Pooh, Jean Reno and Albert Einstein. That’s a compliment.

    Colin takes me to the pub with another neuroscientist, Clay, who I am reliably informed is ‘beyond clever’. We drink Guinness and talk about girls.

  • September18th

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    Flanked by dudes - Wally Broecker (L) and Klaus Lackner (R)

    Flanked by dudes (L - Wally Broecker, R - Klaus Lackner)

    Today I meet Wally Broecker and Klaus Lackner, arguably two of the most important men on the planet. Wally, a “towering scientist”, has played a crucial role in alerting us to, and helping us understand global warming… and Klaus has developed a technology that can help reverse its effects. Wally isn’t always happy with how he’s described. “Of late, I’ve become known as the first person to use the words ‘global warming’. If my career has boiled down to that it’s a big failure”.

    My journey today starts with a weekly ticket for the New York subway which, by happy coincidence, has the word ‘Optimism’ printed on the back of it. First stop: Klaus’s 10th floor office at Columbia University (the building, inexplicably smells of ham sandwiches). Klaus is giving me lift to Wally’s office at the leafy campus of the Lamont-Doherty Earth Observatory, an institution dedicated to studying the planet at a ‘big picture’ level (understanding ‘earth-wide’ systems and how they interact).

    In the short time I have in Klaus’ beat up car it becomes abundantly clear he has a deeply analytical mind, inherited perhaps from his lawyer father who worked to build a fair judiciary in Germany after World War II. But as well as a scientist’s need for clarity there’s an empathy for the ambiguities of the human condition. As we cross the George Washington Bridge Klaus recalls in his perfect but slightly accented English the traumatic effects of conflict on his older relatives. Perhaps this gives some clue as to why Klaus isn’t just an ‘ivory tower’ theoretician. Like his father Klaus is determined to do, not just think. “I have an engineering bent,” he says. “So I’m not just looking at how and why things work, but how one can make things work. I’m very much interested in how to build things.” The world may one day be very glad that Klaus is like that.

    Before meeting Klaus I’d had time to wander around Columbia’s beautiful Manhattan campus. On Schermerhorn Hall I find the inscription “For the advancement of the Natural Science speak to the Earth and it shall teach thee”.

    Speak to the Earth

    If Wally wanted a better summary of his career than “the first person to use the words ‘global warming’ ” this might be it. He’s been speaking to the Earth and listening to its replies since 1952. In a dialogue that’s now lasted over 55 years the Earth and Wally have enjoyed a long chat, the latter always listening hard and famously discovering, amongst other things, Thermohaline circulation – often referred to as the ocean’s ‘conveyor belt’, a global pattern of shifting water that spans the globe.

    “I think the greatest pleasure is beating nature to one of her secrets,” Wally tells me later. “I’m an ‘inverse engineer’ in a sense. We have an Earth system and I’m trying to work out how it’s put together. Most engineers go the other way. They design a system and build it.”

    As Klaus and I approach Wally’s office I find a playful summary one of those conversations with the planet. Pinned to the wall outside his office is a huge furry pink and blue toy snake, underneath which a piece of paper bears the words, “I am the climate beast and I am angry!” It’s arguably Wally’s favourite metaphor. His assertion that “The climate is an angry beast and we are poking it with sticks,” is one of the most quoted summaries of our problems with Carbon Dioxide (CO2 being the ‘stick’ in question).

    Climate Beast goes Hannah Barbara

    Climate Beast goes Hannah Barbera

    At 78 Wally has a charmingly curmudgeonly manner that seems to have little time for indulging in niceties with visiting authors (“What are you doing here? You’re writing a book? Oh yes, I have some vague recollection”). But as our conversation progresses you begin to understand there’s good humour underneath. Wally likes to play. In fact, he has a long-standing reputation as a prankster, and is rather disappointed that his students aren’t equally mischievous. (Many of the professors I’ve been meeting see pranks as a good thing – a sign of creativeness and the playful spirit needed to ask new questions, devise experiments and think laterally).

    One of his own favourite pranks was, with the help of colleague Dorothy Peteet, jacking up the car of the normally calm George Kukla (another Lamont staffer) and placing it carefully on cinder blocks just a mite bigger than the normal gap between the chassis and the ground. When George tried to drive off his wheels spun impotently. The normally calm research scientist lost his cool, not least because he was entertaining “a very important man from China, one of the first Chinese visitors that came here.” Wally laughs. “We asked him whether Chinese did pranks like that and he said: ‘Only small children’ ”. He smiles and laughs again. Another favourite is a college escapade where Wally and friends captured the senior class president, locked him in a cage and hosed him with water. Rather unnecessarily Wally adds, “We didn’t like him much”. Of today’s generation of students Wally laments, “They’re too serious. There was one student who bought a dozen eggs and pitched them at my window. But that wasn’t a prank. He was just fed up with me”.

    Our meeting takes place in the Gary C. Comer Geochemistry Building, whose recent completion prompted Wally’s first office move in decades. Gary Comer was a successful businessman and keen yachtsman (with a particular interest in arctic waters) who wrote to Wally in 2002 after navigating the Northwest Passage, untroubled by ice.

    If you’re not familiar with the Northwest Passage the brief summary is this. For the best part of 400 hundred years European nations (and in particular Britain) launched scores of missions to try and find a navigable path through the Canadian Artic. The prize would be a sea route thousands of miles shorter (and therefore considerably cheaper) to China and the Far East. In commercial terms the rumoured Northwest Passage was a prize worth fighting and dying for. Indeed, many of those who went never came back. The stories are horrific – ships trapped in the ice for up to five years, decimated crews limping back in damaged craft, the disappearance of entire missions and, it is now largely acknowledged, cannibalism. Ice thwarted nearly every attempt. Others were scuppered by madness, mutiny and politics – before the ice could get them. In the end the passage was navigated in 1906 by Roald Amundsen, in the tiny, shallow hulled Gjøa. It was concluded that for anything but the tiniest vessels the Northwest Passage did not exist. (For a fuller history of the Northwest Passage, which I wrote for the National Maritime Museum go here.)

    In 2001 Comer and his crew decided to see if they could take his 151 foot motor yacht Turmoil through the passage, expecting to fail and having the safety of a sea plane on hand should they get into real difficulty. But despite the fact they were on one of the largest private yachts in the world Turmoil’s crew sailed right through in just 19 days with hardly any ice to bother them. Rather than being jubilant, Comer became deeply concerned. Global warming, it seemed, was already making some very real changes to the planet. Today, several large commercial ships have made the same journey. The ice barrier, at least for large parts of the year, has gone. For those who’ve studied climate change, or the history of the Northwest Passage, that is an incredible and incendiary fact.

    If you’ve suddenly been awakened to the reality of climate change and want to find out more, as Comer did, it won’t be long until you come across the name Wally Broecker. He’s variously described as “the Grandfather of Climate Science”, “one of the world’s greatest living geoscientists” and is the recipient of a brace of awards, which if listed would make your eyes glaze over, but include the US National Medal of Science and the Tyler prize (awarded annually “for environmental science, energy and medicine conferring great benefit on mankind.”) Smart chap. (That Wally chooses to hang out with Klaus is no small endorsement). Comer began dedicating what was left of his life to funding climate research projects (sadly he died from prostate cancer in 2006). Under Wally’s guidance he donated large parts of his fortune (built from the Lands End mail order clothing company) straight to respected scientists – as well as putting up the cash to erect the building I am now sitting in.

    Gary Comer Building

    The Gary Comer Building - Wally's office is at the front

    When Wally talks about climate, people listen. He insists the warming we’re seeing now is fundamentally different to historical shifts in the climate. In summary he says, “It’s bigger and faster”.

    A lot of people find the idea of manmade global warming hard to grasp – so called ‘climate sceptics’. Some argue that climate scepticism is driven by vested interests (those for instance represented by the oil industry), or by an unwillingness on the part of consumers who worry that accepting climate change will mean having forego energy-rich lifestyles. Those who don’t accept the prevailing scientific consensus can be vilified as selfish or simply burying their heads in the sand. My own feeling is that ‘man in the street’ climate scepticism is as much a function of not really understanding how global warming works as willful short-sightedness. I think it’s genuinely hard to believe in something you can’t personally make sense of, and not everyone has a scientific learning. Even one of the Twentieth Century’s greatest minds, physicist Richard Feynman famously said, “What I cannot create, I do not understand” meaning, “if I don’t know how it works, I don’t buy it”. And with a media that tends to report science with the same diligence that David Letterman studies employment legislation, it’s no wonder a lot us wonder if manmade climate change is really happening at all. But however you slice it, the fact is more CO2 means more warming, and most of the CO2 put into the atmosphere in the last 150 years has been put there by you and me using energy created by burning fossil fuels.

    This naturally begs the question ‘what are we going to do about it?’ As I see it there are four options. Do nothing. Cut CO2 emissions. Try to engineer counter-measures that will produce a counteracting cooling effect (this is generally called ‘Geo-engineering’ of which the wackiest idea is launching large mirrors into orbit) or invest in Klaus Lackner. Because Klaus has done something extraordinary.

    Klaus’ team has built a machine that strips CO2 out of the ambient air. Or to put it another way, on one side of Klaus’ machine is air that contains current levels of CO2 and on the other is air with roughly the same amount of CO2 in it as was present before the Industrial Revolution. “We got money from Gary Cromer and spent the last 5 years in Tucson, Arizona proving that this works,” says Lackner, the ‘we’ in question being Klaus and two brothers, brought to the table by Wally, Allen and Burt Wright (another set of Wright Brothers experimenting with air who may well go down in history).

    Think about this for a second. Klaus’ technology can begin to reclaim the CO2 we’ve been putting out, which is good news because the oceans and the land can’t sequester it fast enough to keep up with our prodigious output. This isn’t about reducing emissions, it’s about treating emissions in the same way we treat sewage. It’s a crucial component in a CO2 processing infrastructure for the planet.

    It isn’t the whole answer (although with enough of Lackner’s machines it arguably could be). “If you’ve built a coal plant with carbon capture in mind I can’t compete with that,” says Klaus. He’s clear that capturing carbon at source is the cheapest way to curb CO2 concentrations. But even if every power station suddenly became a zero-emitter of carbon tomorrow there are plenty of other places pumping it out, especially in the transport sector, which accounts for nearly a quarter of the world’s emissions. As Klaus points out, “an airplane has a hard job running on electricity”. A further ten percent comes from building heating systems. You cannot capture this CO2 ‘at source’ (the power station or oil refinery) and as the tax on carbon emissions inevitably rises, air capture may offer some emitters the best option for offsetting the CO2 they’re contributing to the atmosphere. And let’s not forget the huge amounts of the CO2 we’ve already emitted is still hanging around and needs to be dealt with too.

    The Lackner/ Broecker position is that creating waste isn’t necessarily a bad thing. Not dealing with it is the bad thing. Nobody suggests you stop going to the toilet, but we did install sewage systems once we began to suffer the numerous epidemics that lots of human waste visited on (especially) city-dwelling populations. (In the UK it was actually the fact that parliament got unbearably stinky, being next to the open sewer that was the Thames, that finally moved the legislators to action – a worrying parallel that has a resonance with how governments are behaving in response to climate change today). In short, we stopped adding to the pollution problem, but could still go to the toilet. You’ll find few people arguing against sewers and sewerage treatment today (and if you do, don’t accept a dinner invitation from them).

    A good idea

    A good idea

    Lackner’s carbon scrubbers are one option for treating our ‘carbon sewage’. It makes impossibly simple sense. What’s more Klaus’ machine isn’t just an idea on paper. Lackner’s self-confessed ‘engineering bent’ has delivered a working prototype.

    Carbon scrubbers aren’t a new invention. They’ve been used for decades, for instance, in submarines to keep the air breathable. Until recently however, the prevailing wisdom was that such scrubbing technology could not be adapted to remove the relatively small proportion of CO2 in the atmosphere without using up huge amounts of energy. Indeed the Intergovernmental Panel on Climate Change (IPCC) dismissed Klaus’ work with a single line in a report of carbon capture and sequestration. “The possibility of CO2 capture from ambient air (Lackner, 2003) is not discussed in this chapter because CO2 concentration in ambient air is around 380 parts per million, a factor of 100 or more lower that in flue gas”. In short you’d be nuts to try and find the CO2 needle in the atmosphere haystack. Anything that might work would take up too much energy (and thus add more CO2 to the atmosphere than it removed). Wally had his reservations too. The first time he saw Lackner talk he thought he was nuts. ‘Energetically nuts’ to quote him directly. “Then we had more time to talk, and I immediately tried to hire him.” Lackner was even on the IPCC committee that dismissed his ideas as fanciful, perhaps because at that point he didn’t have a working machine to show them. As with so many things, people have to see it before the believe it. That ‘engineering bent’ was about to come into its own. Lackner, set out to prove his methods could remove CO2 at acceptable levels of energy expenditure, and Wally was right behind him. That’s because Wally believes we’re not going to change over from fossil fuels fast enough to deal with the problem, and that a plan that only focuses on cutting emissions “is going to kill us”.

    “People like Jim Hansen [the NASA climate scientist the Bush administration tried to silence for saying, climate-wise, ‘Houston, we have a problem’] say we’ve got to stop burning coal and that if you can capture and store carbon that just encourages burning coal. We look at it the other way. Coal is there. It’s going to be burned. We better damn well figure out what to do about it.”

    Wally gives an example. “When the G20 met it Italy and said we’re going to stop the warming at two degrees, that’s madness.  That’s 450 parts per million…”

    “… and we’re only ten years away from that concentration of carbon in the atmosphere,” says Klaus, finishing Wally sentence for him (they do this quite a lot to each other, giving an indication of just how attuned they are).

    “There’s no way we can do that. We can’t change over from fossil fuels fast enough,” says Wally. “The world leaders still don’t really get it. That’s why we need air capture.”

    So how do Klaus’ machines work?

    The key component is a hanging gallery of strands of a ‘sorbent’ resin. If you were a chemist you’d call this sorbent sodium hydroxide and (if you were a chemist) you might know that sodium hydroxide will, given almost no provocation, react with CO2 to create another material with the equally catchy name of ‘sodium carbonate’. Even better (CO2 capture wise) this resulting concoction will happily bind with another molecule of CO2, creating sodium bicarbonate (or baking soda to you and me).

    Saving the planet with baking ingredients

    Saving the planet with baking ingredients

    Capturing CO2 though is only one half of the job. Somehow you’ve got to get the CO2 off the sorbent if you want the apparatus to be reusable and therefore cost effective. Restocking the whole shebang with a new supply of sorbent resin makes things prohibitively expensive and energy hungry.

    This is where Lackner’s resin comes into its own, by doing something that even Klaus admits is counter-intuitive. In the presence of water the resin changes its affinity for CO2. In fact it starts to shed its recently collected bounty. The ‘collection’ reaction takes a reverse step, moving from sodium bicarbonate back to sodium carbonate. What this means is that if Klaus pumps water vapour into his machines CO2 from the sorbent will ‘fall off’ the resin and quickly dissolve in the water. Condensing that vapour allows the captured CO2 to bubble out the top, in the same way CO2 bubbles rise to the top of fizzy drinks.

    There’s a kind of sweet poetry to one greenhouse gas (water vapour) collecting up another (CO2). After all, one of the problems with CO2 in the atmosphere is that it encourages more water vapour into the air, thereby amplifying the warming effect. Here, thanks to the chemistry of Lackner’s sorbent, the opposite is happening. Water vapour is being used to call CO2 out of the air (rather than CO2 calling water vapour into it).

    When I ask ‘Can the chemistry of the sorbent be improved further?’ Wally jumps in with a guffaw. “They don’t know how the chemistry works!” he exclaims with boyish joy. In short, Klaus isn’t sure why the water vapour makes his resin give back some of its CO2. “I can tell you for sure what it does. That we can see. But at the moment I can only speculate why it does it. I’ve a good theory, and in the next year we will prove whether I’m right or wrong. One of the reasons I’m excited about where we are right now is we are setting up experiments to understand the chemistry. Once we’ve done that we can engineer the chemistry. It is very unlikely that an adapted off the shelf resin picked by dumb luck will turn out to be the best solution. So I guarantee you these machines will get better.”

    In his office Wally’s points to a sealed tube (next to a can of Dr Fozzes Fart Beans) that contains some of the first CO2 captured by one of Lackner’s early prototypes, a machine that helped to take the ‘energy consumption’ argument against ambient air capture and kick sand in its face. Klaus now says that for every 20 CO2 molecules his machines will put in the atmosphere (if they’re powered by electricity generated from fossil fuels) they’ll take out 100. And he’s just at the beginning of his journey. With investment, experience and improved manufacturing that ratio will improve. (Klaus already has a long list of improvements he wants to research). Which is why it’s scandalous that Klaus has struggled to raise the $20million he estimates he needs to turn his working prototype into a blueprint for a mass manufactured unit.

    “Last summer we started to seriously try and raise money to build a company,” says Klaus. “And then the economy took a nose dive.” Wally makes a bombing noise. “The fact that Klaus has trouble raising money is absurd,” he says, bristling. In fact the two men are reeling from a recent decision by congress to block funding for a research hub dedicated to carbon capture and storage. The amount? $25 million a year for 5 years. Or  0.00016% of the $787 billion the US government pulled out the hat for its American Recovery and Reinvestment Act of 2009 – money for stimulating the economy out of the economic crisis. The great irony here is that ambient air carbon capture will likely be a trillion dollar industry.

    Klaus believes his machines can create CO2 cheaper than existing commercial processes. “The US consumes roughly 8 million tonnes of commercial CO2 a year,” he says. “Some of that I believe air capture could be competitive for and so you could push this forward and make it happen without having government support.” There’s a clear commercial model for Klaus’ machines which, says Wally, means they “can be implemented faster” than other solutions. “We have an edge,” says Klaus. “You start small, selling CO2 into the market, improving your technology, and you can be ready before the coal plants have figured out the best way to capture CO2 at source”. One area Klaus sees a clear market is for commercial growers who enrich the atmosphere of their greenhouses with CO2 to generate higher yield crops. “Rather than ship the CO2 in, you create a greenhouse with an air scrubber attached. It’s cheaper, and if you’ve any excess CO2 you can sell to the guy next door”.

    Using current market prices for CO2 and the current efficiencies of his machines Klaus estimates each unit will yield a 15% return on investment, and this is before you take into account the money saved from offsetting your emissions (the cost of which will only rise). “As a business it’s bigger than Exxon Mobil,” Wally suggests.

    It strikes me as ironic that when it comes to saving the financial system governments around the world couldn’t move fast enough to act, citing it as the platform our economies run on, therefore justifying swift and decisive action. Yet there is another platform all the banks run on. It’s called the planet and the social and financial implications of global warming will do more to hamper Wall St. than anything they’ve done to themselves. When, I wonder, did a human-friendly atmosphere not become an infrastructural investment? A back of a napkin calculation suggests that Klaus’ machines could offset all the carbon we pump into the atmosphere each year and start to reclaim the backlog for the equivalent of a 3% tax on car prices for the next 10 years.

    When I first came across Klaus’ work it was one of the most optimistic things I’d heard in years, and I’m an optimist by profession. When I tell people about what’s been going on in Tucson their eyes light up. ‘Really?!’ they say. ‘That’s great. How come I don’t know about this?’ When I tell them he’s finding it hard to get investment they’re dumbfounded.

    “I think it’s built in our nature that if the crisis is tomorrow we’ll jump, we’ll have the adrenaline to do whatever it takes to solve the problem,” says Klaus. “If I told you 50 years ago that what was happening in banking would lead to a meltdown… would we have done anything? We are not good at thinking beyond a 50 year timeframe.”

    I wonder if this is something to do with the length of our lives? Maybe one benefit of increasing life-spans (which I cover in my chapter on Transhumanism in the book) is that we’ll be more inclined to think long term. When you have to clean up your own mess you tend to make less of it.

    There’s no way around it. Klaus is good news for the planet, if he can get the money. Even better news is that he isn’t the only one developing machines that eat carbon out of the air. “I convinced David [Keith – renowned climate scientist] that this air capture stuff works so he now has a competing effort.” Peter Eisenburger, also at Columbia, is attacking the problem as well.

    The more people working on technologies to take back the CO2 we’re putting into the atmosphere the better. Someone has to win Richard Branson’s $25million ‘Earth Prize’ too, which will be awarded to any team that ‘can demonstrate a commercially viable design which results in the removal of anthropogenic, atmospheric greenhouse gases (although I’ve heard concerns that Branson’s ‘prize’ is actually a strategy to buy billion dollar intellectual property at a million dollar price). “Who will actually take it forward is now a horse race,” says Keith.

    Before I left for the US, Klaus was starting to get a little press in the UK. His technology was given the cautious thumbs up from both the Royal Society (a UK based Fellowship of “the most eminent scientists of the day”) and The Institution of Mechanical Engineers. Unfortunately the press hooked onto the term ‘synthetic trees’ for Lackner’s machines. The natural reaction to this from a lot of people was ‘sounds daft, why not plant real trees? They absorb carbon don’t they?’ The answer is that while trees do absorb CO2, they take a long time to do it and also put a lot of it back into the atmosphere when they die and decompose. We’ve poured so much CO2 into the atmosphere since the industrial revolution that trees simply can’t absorb the stuff fast enough, even if we planted billions tomorrow, and even if we could make sure they kept their carbon sequestered after death – perhaps by turning them into biochar (something I’ll investigate when I visit eco-entrepreneur Vicki Buck in New Zealand in November).

    “Let imagine a world in which we suddenly have lots of Lackner scrubbers and you bring the levels of CO2 in the atmosphere down to pre-industrial levels,” I say. “Does the planet start cooling almost immediately, does the warming stop?”

    “We’ve warmed up the ocean and that’s a damper,” says Wally. “That’s holding back the warming of the planet too, because it sucks up a lot of the heat from the atmosphere, but as we cool the planet the ocean’s going to give that heat back, and slow down the cooling process”.

    “The land would give its extra heat back in a couple of days,” explains Klaus, “but the oceans will take decades to give it all back, although you will see it going back down quite fast in the beginning”.

    Of course, we can’t suddenly snap our fingers and fill the world with enough of Klaus machines to offset our carbon emissions. “You can’t do it overnight, but I do believe you could do it in a decade once you know what you are doing,” says Klaus. “So, you have a 30-40 year delay until you are back to normal.”

    Our talk is nearly at an end and I ask how Klaus how he goes about convincing people he’s onto something.

    “The problem I’ve found (and it’s getting bigger all the time) is that I’m suspect to both sides of the debate. The people who make energy or are into coal feel I’m trying to stop them, because I’m saying you’ve got to take climate change seriously and business as usual is not acceptable. On the other side you have people who have some idea of what ‘being green’ means and that allowing people to use fossil fuels and then capturing and putting the CO2 someplace is not acceptable to them.” (The issue of sequestering CO2 raises traditional anti-pollution hackles of many green, ironically hampering experiments that might help us understand the safest and best way to lock it away – a subject I’ll cover in the book)

    “Are traditional environmentalists part of the problem now?” I ask.

    Wally snorts. “Oh yeah”.

    Is he optimistic we can solve the CO2 problem?

    “It’ll be solved. The question is where will CO2 get to before it’s solved?” Or to put it another way, how bad will things have to get? Klaus agrees. “I’m optimistic that ultimately it will be solved. But my view of human nature is that we will not solve it until we get seriously goosed.”

    “Maybe in twenty years when the impacts become obvious we’ll get serious,” says Wally.

    “But let me give you an optimistic view,” says Klaus. “Back in the 90s I was asked ‘how do you see this moving forward?’ and I said, ‘In this decade, the 90s, you will see scientists thinking about it and not much more. The next decade there will be a big political debate and not much more. The decade where steel starts to go into the ground is 2010 onwards. And people get really serious about it between 2020 and 2030. In a way, we are on that track.”

    Wally announces that he has to go for a beer with George Kukla (the car prank obviously long forgotten) and our meeting ends, but not before he shows me a picture of him getting an honourary degree from Cambridge University along with the other 9 recipients that year. One of them is Bill Gates. “Why isn’t he giving you some money?” I ask. “I did send him some stuff but didn’t get a reply. He likes David Keith, that’s why.” I bid Wally goodbye with my thanks and Klaus gives me lift to Dobbs Ferry train station for my trip back to Manhattan. As I get in the car I turn to Klaus and say, “You must be excited?”

    “Oh yeah,” he says. “Oh yeah.”

    As the train makes its early evening journey along the east bank of the Hudson river I watch the multiple reflections of fading sunlight flickering on the water and vow to do whatever I can to advocate for Klaus. But for now my mind is full. By the time I get downtown I need something trivial to refresh me. Colin comes up trumps and takes me and some other friends around a string of Manhattan bars where we drink beer and discuss the relative merits of 80s popsters The Pet Shop Boys and Duran Duran. The latter, I suggest, were more fun and had better songs. Other’s disagree. It’s the kind of conversation I need. Sometimes after a day talking about things that really matter, you need an evening discussing things that don’t.

  • September16th

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    juan enriquez

    It’s a rollercoaster. Today I meet Juan Enriquez, described by himself as a ‘quasi-catholic in a Jesuit tradition’ and as a ‘renaissance futurist’ by his wife (whom I’m lucky enough to meet later). To be honest it’s hard to pigeon-hole Juan. His CV includes ‘peace negotiator’, ‘Harvard professor’, ‘urban development Tsar’ and ‘biotech investor’. During our conversation he says, “there’s only two things that matter: Nike and Nissan”. This strikes me as rather a trivial observation for one of America’s leading thinkers. He explains: ‘Just Do It and Enjoy the Ride’.

    He’s a surprisingly reserved and gentle man in person, for someone who says quite remarkable and often strikingly important things. Voted best teacher at Harvard he’s regularly called upon to speak on how the future might pan out. This year he opened the mighty TED talks. His address was typically powerful, thought-provoking and very funny. He has an ability to synthesise and distil difficult and interweaved concepts into something you can get hold of. His book As the Future Catches You is one of the best attempts to make sense of how biology and silicon are combining in extraordinary ways and is an essential read (I think that’s the first book I’ve ever said that about). It’ll take you two hours. “It started off as 3,000 pages and took me six years to condense,” he tells me, reminding me of one of my favourite quotes, from George Bernard Shaw, who once wrote to a friend, “Sorry I wrote a long letter, I did not have time to write a short one”. You can see some of the themes in it discussed in this TED talk:

    Juan describes his life as “a series of strange accidents”. ‘Strange accidents’ is rather a self-effacing way of describing an impressively eclectic powerhouse of a CV. Those “accidents” arguably started rolling off the conveyor belt when as a young man living in Mexico Juan walked into his parent’s room and said, ‘I’m not learning enough here, so I’m going to go to school in the US’. “I applied late, I had no idea it was hard to get into these places and even though I spoke English (my mother’s American) I’d never studied and written in English. I have no idea why I was admitted. I mean during the admission exam I was asked to write a paragraph and I asked ‘what’s a paragraph?’. I had no idea.”

    He describes feeling “utterly stupid” for his first semester but obviously caught up fast and maintained that accelerated intellectual velocity, being admitted to Harvard to study Government and Economics, after which he returned home to ‘change Mexico’ – a childhood ambition borne out a belief that his home nation too readily disadvantaged those not in the ruling class. “I always thought I would work in and change Mexico. I was bothered by the poverty I saw there.” He became the youngest Budget Director ever (in the Ministry of Planning and Budget), then returned to Harvard before being offered “a dream job” back in Mexico as head of the Urban development Corporation. So far, so impressive (especially when you consider that during his time in Mexico Juan was also part of the team that negotiated peace with the Chiapas Indians). And then Juan discovered something more important. A revolution that would not only affect Mexico but the entire world. And all because of some lonely looking geeky guy at a New Year’s Eve party.

    “I’m at a New Years party and there’s this guy is sitting over on a corner table by himself and I think ‘poor bastard, it’s New Years’ and I walk over and sit down and talk to him for the rest of the night. By the end of the evening we decided to sail across the Atlantic together in 2 weeks. By the end of that trip I had decided that I was going to change my entire career and learn biology.”

    The guy in question was a young Craig Venter, who went from being an obscure scientist to sequencing the first human genome. Juan recalls, “That conversation was so interesting, all of a sudden I thought ‘I want to leant about this.’ I wondered, who gets affected by this stuff? What does it do? What does it matter?” In fact, Juan was so interested in these questions, he set up the Life Sciences Project at Harvard Business School.

    "Poor bastard" - Juan Enriquez

    "Poor bastard" - Juan Enriquez

    In As the Future Catches You Juan writes:

    “Your future, that of your children, and that of your country depend on understanding a global economy driven by technology. Understanding code, particularly genetic code, is today’s most powerful technology”.

    We talk about this in the context of a society that actually doesn’t seem to be engaging with the implications of the genomics revolution (as I wasn’t before researching my own book). Juan says, “I worry that if you’re not educated in this stuff, you’re toast.” He’s very clear that new technologies quickly change the fate of nations, especially as knowledge becomes ever more accessible.

    “You don’t have to own a large piece of land or a lot of resources to get rich very quickly, but you do need to go to school. That didn’t use to be true. It used to be that it didn’t matter how smart you were, if you weren’t the king or part of the noble classes you were toast” (Juan likes the word ‘toast’).

    “Now you can get wealthy, and you can do it very quickly, but you have to do it through education. You see, the consequences of not being educated today are far different from what they were. You know, in the 1950s you had a high school diploma, you went to Detroit you did fine. That’s not true anymore.” So, it’s no pleasure for Juan to recount a meeting he attended along with the governor of Michigan three years ago with GM workers, where “60% didn’t consider it necessary for their kids to go to college. There are consequences of that decision.”

    Don't become this - go to school

    Don't become this - go to school

    This is one example of what Juan calls an ‘anti-intellectual backlash’. I wonder, given that today more and more people have access to knowledge, why he perceives a rejection of engaging with it, applying it, or understanding it in some quarters? It’s something Mark Bedau talked about when I was in Denmark and it’s something I see too. I call it ‘aspirations to mediocrity’ and it worries me, because if you’re not informed you’re out of the loop, and you can get left behind. And people who get left behind tend to get angry at some point.

    Juan argues that to succeed as a nation, a corporation, an individual you have to be agile, to adapt. “It took me a damn long time to figure out. It’s Darwin. It’s the ability to adapt and adopt. It’s not the most powerful who survive, it those who best adapt to change.”

    “In the US there’s powerful anti-intellectual tradition that battles against the aspirations of the founding fathers. One of the most important things that people keep forgetting about America and the reason why I think America became truly a world power is because so many of the founders were adamant about education and science. Just look at Franklin, or Jefferson and you’ll see people deeply committed to critical thinking and education. There was a huge tradition of science and technology education, freedom of inquiry and that’s powered this country in an extraordinary way. But there’s a backlash to that.”

    Juan believes the backlash is born of (reasonable) fear. “If you look at and a lot of the things that we’re building, they’re scary as hell to some people. You talk about programming cells or sentient robots or evolution of the species using technology – that is profoundly disturbing to some people because this stuff is very powerful. It upends industries, it changes how long we live, it changes what our kids may look like. I look at that stuff and say, ‘OK, it allows people who couldn’t have children to have children. We’re going to do away with some of the diseases, and so on’. Other people look at that in absolute horror. They say, ‘Stop the world. This isn’t natural. This isn’t what God ordered. I want to get off.’ They’re looking for an element of stability and certainty. This desire tends to manifest most during the periods of fastest change, like now. You want something to hold on to. And if you’re not part of that ride, if you don’t think you can play in that game then you get this anti-intellectual counterpoint.”

    Hello creationism.

    It strikes me that maybe one of the implicit drivers behind the creationism renaissance is so profound a fear of the possibility of us deliberately evolving into something else (Juan dubs this next technology-enhanced hominid homo evolutis) that one line of defence is to deny evolution’s central role in the world. In the Edge Foundation’s lovely book What are you optimistic about? Juan wrote an essay in which he said that our change as a species “will involve an ever-faster accumulation of small, useful improvements that eventually turn homo sapiens into a new hominid. We will likely see glimpses of this long-lived, partly mechanical, partly regrown creature that continues to rapidly drive its own evolution. …many of our grandchildren will likely engineer themselves into what we would consider a new species, one with extraordinary capabilities”. Intelligent design indeed. If you’re religious (or even if you’re not) it’s no surprise that the ‘Man playing God’ argument is strongly attractive. It’s a worry for a lot of people, and, I’d say, not an unreasonable one.

    Juan isn’t worried about our self-directed evolution. “The notion of evolving into something else is terrifying until you consider the question ‘Are Russ Limbaugh and Howard Stern the be all and end all of evolution?’ If that’s all she wrote, then I’m scared. I look at this stuff and say, ‘if my kids could live 200 years with a good quality of life, if they could see a lot further than I could, if the could re-grow their joints, if they can hear a lot better than I can, if they could have brains that were 50 times as powerful as mine? Good for them. Cool. I’d rather things carry on.’ ”

    Evolutionary work-in-progress 1

    Evolutionary work-in-progress 1

    Evolutionary work-in-progress 2

    Evolutionary work-in-progress 2

    But can our moral frameworks keep up? (Einstein famously said “It has become appallingly obvious that out technology has exceeded our humanity”.) Juan has an interesting observation. “To me religion looks like an evolutionary tree. Every civilisation has to a greater or lesser extent some religious moral background. There has to be some evolutionary advantage to having that kind of moral backbone and that kind of belief system, and I think it’s because it traces how you move from a hunter-gatherer society, where everybody knows each other and watches each other all day, into a town, into a city, into an empire… And just like most animals almost every religion and God has gone extinct. The interesting question is which ones survive and how do they survive and how do those moral backbones evolve? And what does a moral ethical background look like, should you start to speciate, should you start to alter fundamental characteristics of what we consider human?”

    One thing history has taught us is that knowledge advances no matter how hard you try to suppress it. As Septimus Hodge says in Tom Stoppard’s Arcadia “You do not suppose, my lady, that if all of Archimedes had been hiding in the great library of Alexandria, we would be at a loss for a corkscrew?” You can stop knowledge’s advance in some places for a while if you’re brutally draconian or conservative but not for long – and the more technology allows autonomy of the individual (from wireless internet access to the world’s knowledge, to power independence through solar technology) the harder it becomes to suppress the spirit of enquiry that characterises enough of the human race to ensure that the growth of knowledge marches on. It’s harder to stop people discovering stuff when we aim to give a laptop to every child. “When you start putting every MIT course online, when kids start having access to TED talks…” Juan looks into space. “You know, knowledge is the great equaliser”. Knowledge is growing exponentially, and for those who want to engage, access to it is becoming easier.

    I return to my current preoccupation – what moral frameworks are useful in this ever changing world? Well, if we take the evolutionary argument, it’s the ones that adapt and adopt. Those belief systems that are agile enough to keep us kind while embracing change are likely to prevail. If there is an evolutionary advantage to having a moral set of beliefs or a God that embodies them then you can’t keep your God static. Your God better evolve with you. This, I think, doesn’t mean watering down the essential need for compassion, it means helping us work out how to continually keep it central to what we do in a rapidly changing world. This is why Karen Armstrong’s ‘Charter for Compassion’ is so interesting.

    The future won’t be a smooth ride. “Things evolve at different times at different paces, people make different choices and that’s one of the reason countries disappear so often. There really are consequences to your choices. If you choose to shut your doors and not follow technology you will vapourise your sovereignty. So, there are galactically stupid policies as far as individual countries are concerned. The future of the species worries me a lot less”

    One thing Juan is worried about is what happens to those nations that don’t engage with the knowledge revolution. “There’s going to be a great deal more failed states. That’s bad. I mean there used to a restructuring mechanism for failed states – Genghis Khan would come by and install a government. Today, in a knowledge economy, why would you want to go and take over a failed state?”

    I’d argue that a failed state represents an opportunity, an under-utilised platform of potential human innovation. After all, Singapore was a failed state 50 years ago, an example Juan uses regularly to demonstrate how nations can turn themselves around in short order if they invest in education and knowledge creation. Perhaps it won’t be Genghis Kahn coming by looking for natural resources, perhaps it’ll be Craig Venter or Google looking for untapped smarts. Let’s insist they bring Karen Armstrong with them.

    I’ll leave the interview there – if I covered everything we spoke about I’d be writing the book. There’s a lot of ideas here I’m still not pulling together coherently, but it’s a start and I welcome comment.

    By coincidence my interaction with Juan doesn’t end when I say goodbye to him at his office. I bump into him and his wife – a warm and sociable curator – at the airport, flying to New York to celebrate their anniversary. It’s a rare opportunity to discuss things ‘off topic’ and it’s nice to hear them talk warmly of their children and upcoming birthday celebrations. There’s something deeply comforting about hearing one of the most interesting thinkers on the planet discuss what flavour of birthday cake to get.

    It's not just the future I think about...

    It's not just the future I think about...

    I arrive in New York and make my way to Long Island City, where I’m staying with my friend Colin, a neuroscientist that I once shared a house with in London, and a man equally caressed by doubt and genius. He’s actually in San Diego tonight being courted by a biotech research laboratory so I have his place to myself. The apartment is full of papers with titles like: “Hippocampal CA3 output is crucial for ripple-associated reactivation and consolidation of memory”. What’s different about seeing this sort of thing today as compared to coming across similarly titled documents during the time we lived together is that now I want to pick these things up and understand them. Not tonight though, my mind is full of everything I’ve learned in Boston – I feel like a glass of wine.

    Round the corner from Colin’s I find a great little wine bar called Domaine where I fall into a long conversation with Johanna, a friend of the owners and a fashion designer originally from Peurto Rico. In the end we talk for about 5 hours, drinking fine wine provided by the establishment and cover every subject from religion to politics to art to relationships. It’s just what I need and a perfect New York kind of evening, the city where you can meet just about anyone if you’re willing to start a conversation…

  • September13th

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    I spend the morning visiting the MIT museum. I’d expected an ultra-modern edifice to public engagement. Actually it’s several rooms of artefacts (including the remains of Cynthia Breazeal’s ground breaking social robot ‘Kismet’) sitting sadly in display cases with explanatory panels that say, in totality, “MIT thinks about a lot of things, but not the role museums”. I suspect a lack of funding is forcing the museum staff to do the best they can, but I can’t help feeling that MIT is treating its heritage like an ex-lover that it’d rather not see anymore.

    In one room I find a computer running START “the world’s first Web-based question answering system” developed by the MIT Computer Science and Artificial Intelligence Laboratory. It’s one of many attempts to make web-searching more amenable to natural language. So, when I type in a question “What is consciousness?” it returns with the Wikipedia entry on the subject, but when I ask it where the nearest T-station (underground metro) is it says, “Sorry, no one has told me where the nearest T-station is”. “Will machines ever become sentient?” I type. “Unfortunately I wasn’t told if machines will ever become sentient” comes the reply, which demonstrates a good ‘understanding’ of grammar at least, but fails to link me to any of the numerous resources on the web about Artificial Intelligence (something its parents at the MIT AI lab would surely be ashamed of). START lets itself down grammatically over my next (admittedly facile) question “Should I start dating again?” I ask. “I don’t know if you should START the dating again”. The capitalisation and the extraneous ‘the’ give the reply a kind of inadvertent psychotherapeutic gravitas. Is the program trying to infer that I’ve never really had a break from dating?

    Dead Kismet

    Dead Kismet

    Despite its limitations I enjoy the museum, the rather staid panels are good revision for some of the subjects I’ve been covering. The explanation of DNA, whilst tired and broken in places, helps ‘bed down’ some of the knowledge I’ve been acquiring – it’s becoming ‘familiar’. The challenge for the book will be to make sure that I explain this knowledge without that familiarity making my explanations opaque to someone as new as I was to the subject a few short months ago.

    The rest of the afternoon is taken up with more research, which I am momentarily distracted from by an e-mail from Amy O’Reilly. I’ve never met Amy but she got in touch after the British Science Festival gig to say how much she enjoyed it and has forwarded me some fantastically funny research (coincidentally by some students at MIT). Ever heard of those conspiracy theorists that like to wear silver foil hats to keep ‘government spies’ out of their brainwaves? Well, a group of dedicated researchers wanted to see if this strategy was effective…

    Among a fringe community of paranoids, aluminum helmets serve as the protective measure of choice against invasive radio signals. We investigate the efficacy of three aluminum helmet designs on a sample group of four individuals. Using a $250,000 network analyser, we find that although on average all helmets attenuate invasive radio frequencies in either directions (either emanating from an outside source, or emanating from the cranium of the subject), certain frequencies are in fact greatly amplified. These amplified frequencies coincide with radio bands reserved for government use according to the Federal Communication Commission (FCC). Statistical evidence suggests the use of helmets may in fact enhance the government’s invasive abilities. We speculate that the government may in fact have started the helmet craze for this reason.

    See the full paper here

    Do you like my helmet?

    Do you like my helmet?

    In the evening I head to the Comedy Studio in Harvard Square. Rick the promoter has a full bill of 12(!) and therefore can’t even find 5 minutes for me, so I have the odd and pleasurable experience of being a club without performing. A number of the comics seem impressed I’m writing a book and, I think, get the impression that back in the UK I’m more famous than I am. The second most (obviously) gay comic in the room asks me if I’m single and flirts with me. I’m flattered but suddenly wish I was on stage.

    The club is well run, has a great vibe and clearly attracts not only a better class of comic, but encourages the best out of them. It’s one of the places TV producers scout for new talent on the East Coast and you can see why. Next time I’m in Boston I’ll be here again, but behind the mic.

  • September11th

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    Boston13

    Today I meet George Church, professor of genetics at Harvard Medical School, a towering intellect and, as it turns out, a generous, warm and funny guy.

    I’m exhausted before I meet George. I’ve been cramming as much knowledge into my head as I can about the areas he works in. I don’t want to squander my opportunity with one of the fathers of the genetic age. I’m worried that my weariness will affect my concentration during the interview and as I approach 77 Avenue Louis Pasteur I’m almost dead on my feet. I have a splitting headache and feel deeply fatigued. Suddenly travelling, research, a couple of night’s fitful sleep and doing gigs in the evening has caught up with me. Pull it together Mark.

    Despite my tiredness I can’t help but be amused by a sign found all around the Harvard Medical School campus…

    Harvards smoking plan

    Some of the cleverest people on the planet work at Harvard Medical school – but it’s heartening to think that even they may sometimes need some help telling ‘inside’ from ‘outside’. 

    As soon as I sit down with George my tiredness vanishes. We’ve two hours allotted, which is generous given his standing. We talk in the end for four, and get on well. He likes the idea of the book and is a passionate advocate of communicating the implications of the genetic age to wider audiences. I’m a conduit. And really, when it comes to feeling tired, I can hardly complain. George is a narcoleptic.

    Perhaps one of the cornerstones of my book will be trying to convey just how deeply incredible and mind-blowing cells and the genetic apparatus they contain are. We are entering the genetic age where, within my lifetime, I am now convinced children in many nations will have their genome sequenced at birth. In the future you may well be given a user manual for you as your very first birthday present. Your genetic heritage and its implications will be accessible to you.

    If like me, you’ve heard the words ‘gene’, ‘genome’ and ‘DNA’ a lot, but not really understood the implications then you’re in for a shock. A good one I think. As I researched deeper into the subject I had numerous ‘Bugger me!’ moments.

    Imagine if you will that someone plonked a computer into the middle of a society that had never seen one. Imagine they start to examine it, first understanding and making sense of the different components parts, until after long years of study they discover that patterns of material they’ve found at various places throughout the computer are code. Sets of instructions. Then they learn to decipher the code. They can read it. Then they learn to alter it. Now the computer isn’t an impenetrable curio, now they can change it. It becomes a tool.

    Now replace the word ‘computer’ in the last paragraph with ‘human’ and you’ve got an idea of where biology has got to. You’re full of code. Code that we can now read, and potentially ‘fix’ and change. Stop for a second. Think about it. You’re full of code. In fact, every single one of your cells has code in it. Most cells have the entire code that describes you wrapped up inside. A trillion infinitesimal USB sticks of data that define how you are made.

    Some people call DNA a ‘blueprint’ but, as George and I discuss, it’s more a cookbook of recipes for all the different parts of you. Understanding not only the cookbook, but how particular cells choose which recipes to make, in what quantities, and how the external environment affects the chef is the challenge genetic medicine now faces.

    We’re just at the beginning of the genetic age. Juan Enriquez (who I’m seeing on Wednesday) makes the analogy that as explorers we have a genetic continent to discover, and so far we’ve mapped a part of the coast. Whilst the ‘code’ you are given at birth is important to understand, how that code is interpreted as we age, or affected by what we eat, drink and do (or ‘expressed’ in genetic parlance) is not fully understood. Or to put it another way, the interaction between us and our environment is yet to be made of sense of, genetically speaking.

    To this end George has set up the Personal Genome Project (PGP) – which is recruiting 100,000 volunteers who are “willing to share their genome sequence and many types of personal information with the research community” in order to “advance our understanding of genetic and environmental contributions to human traits and to improve our ability to diagnose, treat, and prevent illness”. Or, to put it another way to work out why some people who drink and smoke like crazy don’t get really ill, while most of us would. I’m one of the volunteers (for the PGP, not the drinking and smoking). George has put his money where his mouth is. Want to see his genome? Go here. See, I wasn’t joking about the narcolepsy.

    Anyway, if I started now on everything we discussed I’d have no time to prepare for my interviews next week. Suffice to say we covered ethics, engineering, gene therapy, synthetic biology, sociology and politics. And then he took me for a beer.

    I’ll return to the subject of genetics in future posts… for now, I need a brain rest.

  • September9th

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    Cynthia Breazeal

    Met with Cynthia Breazeal today… and it was great. But, before I headed over to the MIT Personal Robotics Lab I headed to Harvard Square to buy the chocolates that were a condition of my interview. You see, Cynthia doesn’t talk to that many people. As her formidable PA, Polly Guggenheim keeps telling me every time we speak ‘Do you know how many people I turn down?’ reminding me of my special and precarious position… At one point during my negotiations with Polly she says, “I’m maybe of a mind to grant you an interview…” to which I reply, “So, what does it take?”. “Honestly?” she says. “Chocolate. Good dark chocolate”. 

    Therefore my first trip of the day is to L.A. Burdick, fine chocolatiers with a store in Harvard Square. On my walk there I pass an aggressively drunk tramp shouting vigourously to no-one in particular. As I draw closer to him I realise that, like most of the aggressive drunk tramps I’ve witnessed, he has a broad Scottish accent. Does Scotland export these globally then? I thought it was just a UK thing. Then a theory strikes me. Maybe most of them aren’t Scottish. Perhaps something about the itinerant alcoholic lifestyle alters the vocal chords to makes one sound Scottish, giving that proud nation an unfortunate cadre of fake ambassadors around the planet. I have a short fantasy about asking him where he’s from and receiving the reply ‘Rio de Janeiro, pal!’ Or maybe, after all, the Scots are just better at producing drunken tramps than other nations… I’d like to see a study.

    I deliver the chocolates to the Personal Robotics lab and they are received first with detailed inspection, then approval. I’ve done well, getting the interview off to a good start. In fact I’m invited to share the chocolates, being told that the antioxidants within will do me good. I decline. I want all that chocolate goodwill going into the interview.

    Cynthia is a generous interviewee, but clearly has no time for waffle. She speaks voluminously in response to my questions but with great efficiency. Our talk ranges from robot architectures, to machine intelligence, to the economic impacts of robotics, to the ethics of sociable machines – taking in learning and developmental psychology along the way. Early on in our conversation she says she’s driven by a vision of robots “as interesting personalities in their own right, robots crossing over into what we would consider living systems that relate to us” – not what robots are now, but what they could be. She’s very clear to draw a distinction between robot personalities and human personalities. A constant refrain in our talk is that she is not trying to, and indeed sees little value in creating artificial humans. She talks of human-robot relations as a new kind of relationship. She talks of robot emotions, not human emotions. “Robots aren’t humans, right?”

    Cynthia operates in a world that is both interdisciplanary (bringing together mechanics, computing, artificial intelligence, animation, cognitive and development psychology) and dogged by ‘definitional problems’. How for instance do you know if your robot is ‘alive’ or ‘conscious’ when no definition of what ‘life’ of ‘consciousness’ can be agreed on? Indeed, one of the contributions social robotics may make to our knowledge is helping us to define those terms, another driver behind Cynthia’s work. “We’re starting to see sociable robots as a very intriguing way to learn about people”.

    The full interview, of course, will be in the book, along with, I hope, a new term to replace ‘robot’ which Cynthia and I discussed as being a loaded term, and no longer representative of the sociable machines she imagines will share our future. She’s tasked me with coming up with that term… and I think I’ve got it, but will sit with it for a while…

    Following our interview I ‘meet’ the world’s most famous sociable robot, Leonardo, although he’s sadly, switched off. But I urge you to watch this video of Leo in action – and glimpse something of the future of sociable machines…