Before I say anything else, I recognize that from most perspectives, you raise sound and reasonable objections. I am trying to stretch beyond those perspectives. My use of the word fiction might be idiosyncratic, although I don't intend it to be. Unironically, pardon me if I continue to use it.
Santa Claus doesn't become true if we just believe it. Nor will AI sentience. — jkop
Santa Claus is one of those fictions parents tell their children and so it's fair to say the children's belief doesn't make it fact. Same goes for a doll etc.
But what about God? Or lets not even play
that [controversial] game.
What about "me?" Am "I" real? Not my living breathing body, but this so-called sentience, beyond my body's basic aware-ing as nature (i.e. stimulus-response-conditioning), this supposed willing agent which seems to transcend nature's conditioning and shape a "reality" of its own, full of so called facts and so called fictions, but ultimately, all fiction. Only because mind/history constructed the word "death," does the concept of dying linger for me in time. Not for my body before the emergence of mind, the natural organism whose aware-ing is nature. For "me" every thought, fact or fiction, is a construct (for me) and utterly alien from the truth
I recognize there are countless pages of reasoning justifying the belief in, as you say, the "existence" of the sentient "me." Many of them, if not all, I don't dare to claim I properly understand, let alone refute.
However, at the end of the day, any knowledge I have that there even is, outside of the fictions constructed by mind, a "me" which transcends the organism "I" purport to occupy, rests on a belief which arises because of my conditioning. I did not have to read Descartes to believe. But I also wasnt born with the so called knowledge. Because of conditioning, I believe I am, therefore I am. But the Truth is, I'm not. There is only bodies, which uniquely for humans, because of the processes of mind, are captivated by the fiction that there is some agent afraid of dying at the helm (and all other fictions mind constructs, history).
So, while I (Enoah), dream herein about theories of no-self, my conditioning, my
belief that I am an I, is both inescapable, and what makes me an "I." Although it is fiction, and yet I cannot escape my conditioning, my belief.
Im suggesting, that while there are many "things" where there are clearly optional narrative approaches, AI sentience, like "I" sentience, is the kind of narrative which, once conditioned into us, and believed, may be difficult to escape. Maybe seeing colors by name or reading words in your native language are similarly inescapable fictions. There is no truth to the alphabet, but once i bought into it in primary school, believed that H A T spelled hat, there was no turning back.
And note, Im not saying that there is no truth regarding sentience or anything else. I'm just thinking that, because we who are thinking, are mind displacing nature, our access to truth is necessarily delivered in fictional form.