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Who Needs Emotions? The Brain Meets the Robot

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handout and pleased that I was only a few minutes late. I was looking<br />

forward to <strong>the</strong> meeting and experienced no regret or frustration<br />

that it had been postponed <strong>the</strong> day before. However, when I arrived<br />

at about 4:06, N’s secretary wasn’t <strong>the</strong>re and nei<strong>the</strong>r was N. Ano<strong>the</strong>r<br />

secretary explained that N’s secretary had left a message for<br />

me earlier in <strong>the</strong> day to move <strong>the</strong> meeting forward to 2:30. (I had<br />

not received <strong>the</strong> message because my secretary had taken <strong>the</strong> day<br />

off to tend to her ill mo<strong>the</strong>r. When I heard <strong>the</strong> news that morning,<br />

I felt slightly frustrated that some correspondence would be delayed<br />

but equally concerned for <strong>the</strong> mo<strong>the</strong>r’s health and had no question<br />

about <strong>the</strong> appropriateness of my secretary’s action. <strong>The</strong> matter,<br />

having been accepted, had no fur<strong>the</strong>r effect upon my mood, at least<br />

until I learned of <strong>the</strong> loss of <strong>the</strong> message. At midday, I had been<br />

transiently and mildly upset by <strong>the</strong> cancellation of a luncheon appointment.)<br />

N was not available. Would I care to make an appointment?<br />

With a curt “No,” I turned on my heels, and stormed out of<br />

<strong>the</strong> office and back to my own. As I walked, I simultaneously felt<br />

fury at <strong>the</strong> double cancellation and shame at my own rude behavior,<br />

as well as realizing that ano<strong>the</strong>r appointment had to be made. I<br />

felt tight and constricted. After a minute or two in my office, unable<br />

to concentrate and with my thoughts dominated by this stew<br />

of emotions, I decided to return to N’s office. Once <strong>the</strong>re, I apologized<br />

to <strong>the</strong> secretary for my discourtesy, explained <strong>the</strong> annoyance<br />

of <strong>the</strong> double cancellation, set a new appointment, made a feeble<br />

joke in <strong>the</strong> form of a threat about <strong>the</strong> dire consequences of ano<strong>the</strong>r<br />

cancellation, and <strong>the</strong>n returned to my office. <strong>The</strong> physiological effects<br />

I had felt just a few minutes earlier quickly dissipated. I felt<br />

pleased that I had “done <strong>the</strong> right thing.”<br />

In this particular instance, no real harm was done. In o<strong>the</strong>r cases, my<br />

shows of temper have triggered unfortunate effects in o<strong>the</strong>rs slower to anger<br />

and slower to forgive, which have had long-lasting consequences. I say this<br />

not to confess my faults or engender curiosity about my autobiography but<br />

simply to make <strong>the</strong> point, almost entirely neglected elsewhere in this book,<br />

that emotions can have negative consequences (cf. Chapter 10, “Emotional<br />

disturbances,” of Hebb, 1949). 1 Thus my warning, “Beware <strong>the</strong> Passionate<br />

<strong>Robot</strong>.” If we create a computer tutor, it may be useful to provide it with a<br />

human-like voice and perhaps even a face that can provide emotional inflections<br />

to its delivery of information, thus adding a human-like emollient<br />

that may aid <strong>the</strong> human student’s learning. However, if <strong>the</strong> computer were<br />

to become so exasperated with a poor student that it could lose its temper,<br />

screaming out <strong>the</strong> student’s shortcomings in emotional tones laced with in-

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