No? If I say, "Knock, knock," and you answer, "Who's there?"
That would seem to indicate you were conscious.
You can go to Disneyland and play with the animatronics that can play
that same game. There does not necessarily have to be anyone home.
I have a pet south american catfish on my desk. He has learned my
actions when I am about to feed him, and he gets quite excited and
races up and down. He is obviously aware of me, and has computed some
way of guessing when feeding time is. But is there anybody home
inside? I presume there is. Most people would presume not.
I remember once I was working late and I typed the word "****" on my
computer, and it chastised me. I nearly jumped out of my chair. I
discovered a co-worker had put a "****.bat" on my machine. For a short
instant it seemed as if my computer were conscious.
Then there is this whole business of out of body experiences. I know
people are telling the truth, since I had one myself. Now this does
NOT prove your consciousness can live WITHOUT a body, just that you
can have an experience that feels exactly like being outside your
body. However it suggest that perhaps consciousnesses inhabit bodies.
The question that intrigues me is not can computers or other creatures
compute things that man can, or compute things he can't, but is there
anybody home in them, and if so how is it different from the thing
that is home in me that experiences pain and pleasure and worry.
Does this experiencer just materialise wherever there is a "brain" or
maybe it takes much much less a built-in side effect of Quantum
Mechanics. Or are they like Buddhist souls seeking incarnation?
It seems to me as if most people act as if there was nobody home in
other beings human or otherwise. They seem to treat them like objects
in the way, or giant playdolls. I think happen partly because of the
limitations of language. Everyone else seems so dull and stupid
compared with yourself. Inside your mind is going a mile a minute.
Everyone else's minds appear stopped, uttering a clumsy fragment every
once in a while. Yet if you look at your own inadequate utterings,
how far they are from what you really meant...