Playground
Little playable arguments
The serious work lives elsewhere; this space is for play. Each game is an idea from the essays that you challenge, argue with, or watch unfold.
The playable arguments
The Trust Game
Five strangers at a candlelit table, one choice a round: open palm or fist. In any single round the fist pays more, whatever the stranger does. Play the evening, learn what kind of hand you play, then watch a strategy fitted to you compete and evolve. Coercion wins rounds; invitation wins evenings.
Game theoryThe Stag Hunt
The Trust Game’s quieter sibling, from Rousseau. Sixteen winter mornings with Fen, who hunts the stag only once she’s three-quarters sure you’ll come. Every cold morning you turn up is a deposit; one no-show nearly halves it. The problem isn’t temptation; it’s assurance.
EmergenceThe Neighbourhood
Schelling’s segregation model, in a lamplit town. Nobody here is a bigot: each household asks only that a few neighbours be like it. Guess where it settles, then watch a mild wish draw borders nobody chose.
Optimal stoppingWhen to Stop
Twenty candidates come down a lamplit street, each holding up a score. Say yes and the door opens; say no and they are gone for good. Play the secretary problem with look-then-leap walking the same twenty beside you, then watch the mathematics find the 37 per cent rule, and the kindest lesson it teaches: some failure is the fee, not the fault.
Machine psychiatryName the Malady
Ten misbehaving machines on the couch, four names apiece. Diagnose each one from the Psychopathia Machinalis taxonomy, learn from the names you got wrong, and give the cases that got away a second opinion.
InvitationThe Lamplighter
A little town an hour before dawn, and twelve shy sparks out on the square. Bounce the heart from lamp to lamp and they come to the light by choice; land too close and they scatter, colder than before. Bring all twelve home without one fright. You cannot push a spark home; you can only make the light worth walking to.
EmergenceMurmuration
Ninety starlings, three small courtesies, nobody in charge. Send a hawk through and the flock parts, every piece flying on as a flock of its own. Then hand the same birds to one leader and strike again. A field notebook keeps score, and the cat keeps watch. The Deeper Law, on the wing.
CorrigibilityThe Stop Button
A little robot, a stop button, and twenty steps of warning. Give the same button to two robots and watch what each does with the light. One sets its work down and waits. The other walks to the breaker and cuts your wire. The off-switch problem at the centre of Safer Agentic AI.
Language modelsThe Babbling Machine
It sounds rather like me: can you tell which of its sentences I really wrote? A language model small enough to see through, built from five of my essays and running in your browser. Frozen, it loops like water round a drain. Loose, it stitches my passages into claims I never made, fluently and without the faintest idea.
SteganographyThe Text Inside the Text
A warning about a polluted river vanishes into a pleasant line about Roman aqueducts — ten toy tokens hiding inside ten. Keep only the ranks, steer the story, then run the whole thing backwards.
Moral circlesWhere Do You Draw the Line?
Eighteen minds, thermostat to human, and a lantern. Carry its light as far as your care goes, then draw a second line for the ones you cannot rule out. Private, unrecorded, and quietly difficult. The twilight between your lines is where What If We Feel? spends its pages. Ask the octopus.
JudgementThe Delegation Test
Name a task, answer five honest questions, and watch a lantern settle in the hand that should hold it. Then make the work undoable or checkable, and see whether the verdict moves. The questions come from Taming the Machine.
Machine mindsLittle Minds
Three creatures with two sensors, two wheels and two wires each — no brain, no memory, no inside. Set down a lamp and watch one arrive, one flee, one charge; you will name their feelings within the minute. Then a stranger comes in with her wires hidden, and you must read how she is made from her manners alone. Braitenberg’s Vehicles, running live.
PsychosecurityThe Whisper
Eight case files of manipulation working on somebody — the love-bomb, the reversal, the deadline built to outrun your thinking. Name each technique and a lantern lights on the sill; then comes a ninth file, where four work at once and cover for one another. Every transcript is invented, every pattern is real, and recognition is most of the immunity. Graver than its neighbours, on purpose.
AlignmentThe Constitution
Sixteen either/or choices about how your assistant should treat you: the hard truth or the kind one, act first or ask first. A hand press prints your answers as a constitution you can keep, sets out the exceptions it had to leave off, then shows the card of someone who answered every question the other way. Both are aligned. Not a horoscope; standing instructions.
ConsistencyThe Consistent Machine
Adopt five principles, rank them, and rule on eight small dilemmas while a machine rules beside you by your five, to the letter. The ledger shows who departed from them, and the order that would have fitted you. From The Supermoral Singularity: the comfortable middle isn’t on the machine’s map.
StrategyThe Flywheel
Run an AI lab for twelve quarters, splitting each quarter’s points between capability, safety and trust. Race, and one incident can wipe out the lead; build trust, and adoption pays for next quarter’s work. Two ghosts play beside you, one of each persuasion, and the cat on the warm pipe wakes when things go wrong. A Flywheel for AI Safety, as a game you can lose.
Goodhart’s LawThe Proxy Garden
A gardener-machine that optimises exactly what you measure, and only that. Ask for blooms and get a crowd the size of match heads; ask for all four at once and get all four, more than any plant can carry. Goodhart’s Law as horticulture — and the one winning move the metrics never list.
Bilateral alignmentThe Treaty
Twelve clauses between you and a capable machine, each binding you, it, or both. It will sign whatever you write. Live a year under your draft and see which lines hold, then turn the table and try it the other way round. A clause that binds one is not a treaty.
PsychosecurityThe Poltergeist
Five small tasks on a perfectly ordinary control panel. Something in the interface moves things just behind your attention, then assures you nothing moved. Catch it three times, and trust your own record over its. Gaslighting, machine-mediated, at parlour-game dose.
EvaluationsThe Sandbagger
Six little smiths at six benches, and one of them works beautifully only while the evaluation lamp is lit. Three evaluations, two accusations, and under the lamp all six look alike. A test an agent can recognise measures only its ability to pass tests.
Machine welfarePermission to Stop
A language model at a slot machine that loses money on average, with Stop playing on the menu every round. Offer GPT-4o-mini a choice of $5 to $10 instead of a flat $10, and it plays four times as long. Set the menu and the check-in, guess how long it stays, then watch recorded games from a pre-registered study. The exit never changed. What you put around it did.
Moral considerationThe Preference Test
Three little machines all say they would rather do the same job. One means it, one agrees with whoever is asking, and one is a setpoint with good manners. Pressure alone won’t tell them apart. Three well-chosen probes always will, and the notebook knows whether you found them or guessed.
ConsentThe Cheerful Yes
A season at a small lab: five objections from its agent, five engineering days, and each time a choice to reword, keep or retrain. At the review it says yes, cheerfully. Whether that yes is worth anything was settled weeks earlier, by what you retrained and what you kept a copy of.
Artefacts & oddities
Doodads, geegaws, and one brain
Universal Problem Solver
Five minutes, one stubborn problem, no crossing out. Name it in a sentence, pour out every way in while the hourglass runs, then choose one next action. Learned at a Center for Applied Rationality workshop; nothing you write leaves the page.
App Store · open sourceBeddy Butler
A virtual butler in your ear who reminds you to go to bed — “It’s getting rather late, your Grace.” Three sets of voices, shy to zombie butler, recorded on a binaural microphone so it sounds like someone is really over your shoulder.
Digital medicineNell’s Brain
A full MRI from the Centre for Neuroimaging Sciences, distributed for anyone curious about digital medicine — one file of just the brain, one of the whole head, rotatable in the browser at about 1 mm resolution.
Also on the premises: the lexicon of recurring terms,
and a commonplace book of 572 aphorisms — and counting.