Famous First Words is a recurring LabKitty feature wherein we have a look at the opening line of a famous scientific article.
Scientists' view of the brain tends to track the popular tech of the day. Descartes, for example, knew about horses so he concluded the soul was riding the brain horse-wise and even identified an anatomical rein from which the habenula gets its name. Fast forward many years and birth of the computer got everyone certain the brain trafficked in the ones and zeros of these marvels. At various other times the brain was a state machine, or a control system, or an associative net, or a Hebbian steam engine. Who knows what models tomorrow will bring, perhaps something about dark matter or quantum foam or "rap" (I once overheard a student argue we should study the brains of "rappers" because -- and I quote -- they are the intellectuals of society.)
More to today's point, somewhere between the equine and the Boolean, psychology got enamored with operant conditioning, popularized by BF Skinner and namesake of the box that bears his name. You go in the box. You do something good and a reward (sugar pellet, whiskey, tenure) appears. You do something bad and a punishment (electrical shock, 1040, "rap") appears instead.
The effect was we came to view the brain as a passive lump existing in a kind of sensory miasma, waiting for and then responding to a never-ending parade of stimuli called life. Anyone in possession of this device might find such a description overly simplistic. If you are like LabKitty, and why wouldn't you be, your mental existence isn't a grey fog punctuated by external interruptions, but rather a rich internal tapestry of hopes, dreams, and revenge fantasies.






