The paradox of the white screen
I was thrown into a white room. Nothing was there, except a white screen. The white screen displayed a mysterious series of text. A sentence of an unknown language . I recorded them in my memory, what text followed what, and came up with a rulebook of the rules the initial sample followed. (even what correlation the x-th text had to a-th text.) (and by rules, I mean all POSSIBLE correlations were recorded) Suddenly, the screen showed another series of text. I wrote a separate set of rules, and tried to match the rules of the former and the latter. In the process, a huge amount of rules were discarded . The discarded rules I recorded in another memory bank. The screen kept changing, each time the series of text changed. I got the grasp of what text might come next. The accurate rules began to emerge. Many rules happened 99% of the time. I became so confident of the rules that I began to spot mistakes in some samples . But even if I became so good at predicting th...