Shadows of Forgotten Ancestors

But we, who live in a more enlightened time, when the penalties for disquieting ideas are less severe, not only may, but have an obligation to, inquire further—as many since Darwin have done. What, if anything, do the other animals think? What might they have to say if properly interrogated? When we examine some of them carefully, do we not find evidence of executive controls weighing alternatives, of branched contingency trees? When we consider the kinship of all life on Earth, is it plausible that humans have immortal souls and all other animals do not?

The moth doesn’t need to know how to fly around the pane of glass, or the goose to retrieve eggs but not beer bottles—again because glass windows and beer bottles have not been around long enough to have been a significant factor in the natural selection of insects and birds. The programs, circuits and behavioral repertoires are simple when no benefit accrues from their being complex. Complex mechanisms evolve when the simple ones will not do.

In Nature, the goose’s egg-retrieval program is adequate. But when the goslings hatch, and especially just before they’re ready to leave the nest, the mother is delicately attuned to the nuances of their sounds, looks, and (perhaps) smells. She has learned about her chicks. Now, she knows her own very well, and would not confuse them with someone else’s goslings, however similar they may seem to a human observer.

In species of birds where mix-ups are likely, where the young may fledge and mistakenly land in a neighboring nest, the machinery for maternal recognition and discrimination is even more elaborate. The goose’s behavior is flexible and complex when rigid and simple behavior is too dangerous, too likely to lead to error; otherwise it is rigid and simple. The programs are parsimonious, no more complex than they need be—if only the world does not produce too much novelty, too many windows and beer bottles.

Consider our prancing insect again. It can see, walk, run, smell, taste, fly, mate, eat, excrete, lay eggs, metamorphose. It has internal programs for accomplishing these functions—contained in a brain of mass, perhaps, only a milligram—and specialized, dedicated organs for carrying the programs out. But is that all? Is there anyone in charge, anyone inside, anyone controlling all these functions? What do we mean by “anyone”? Or is the insect just the sum of its functions, and nothing else, with no executive authority, no director of the organs, no insect soul?

You get down on your hands and knees, look at the insect closely, and you see it cock its head, triangulating you, trying to get a sense of this immense, looming, three-dimensional monster before it. The fly strides unconcernedly; you lift the rolled-up newspaper and it quickly buzzes off. You turn on the light and the cockroach stops dead in its tracks, regarding you keenly Move toward it and it scampers into the woodwork. We “know” such behavior is due to simple neuronal subroutines. Many scientists get nervous if you ask about the consciousness of a housefly or a roach. But sometimes you get an eerie feeling that the partitions separating programs from awareness may be not just thin, but porous.

We know the insect decides who to eat, who to run away from, who to find sexually attractive. On the inside, within its tiny brain, does it have no perception of making choices, no awareness of its own existence? Not a milligram’s worth of self-consciousness? Not a hint of a hope for the future? Not even a little satisfaction at a day’s work well done? If its brain is one millionth the mass of ours, shall we deny it one millionth of our feelings and our consciousness? And if, after carefully weighing such matters, we insist it is still “only” a robot, how sure are we that this judgment does not apply as well to us?

We can recognize the existence of such subroutines precisely because of their unbending simplicity. But if instead we had before us an animal brimming over with complex judgments, branched contingency trees, unpredictable decisions, and a strong executive program, would it seem to us that there is more here than just an elaborate, exquisitely miniaturized computer?