A new science fiction novel does a masterful job of crafting a narrative from an idea long discussed in philosophy: Is the mind needed?
Blindsight is a unique kind of first-contact novel. Its focus is not on humanity’s first meeting with an alien civilization, but rather that this civilization is highly intelligent, yet lacks consciousness.
What if intelligence can thrive without consciousness?
What if there is nothing special about self-awareness?
What if it is just evolutionary dead weight, bound to disappear soon?
The idea rests on machine metaphors for life and mind, which strike this columnist as profoundly mistaken.
I've read the sequel, Echopraxia, which does focus on first contact, and liked it quite a bit. I'm not sure I buy it, per se, but the Chinese Room/machine allegory seems reasonable enough. I suspect this author might be more open to the ideas expressed in that one.