A machine differs from a mere instrument by having some degree of self-activity, and as machines become more an more advanced they become more and more selves or at least self-like. At the limit of this is the notion of the self-machine or artificial intelligence. But this limit is never a rupture with the instrument but keeps its continuity with it. Make a machine as intelligent as you please, it still has an end outside of itself. Its outputs must be displays, even if ones that talk to us. But my talking to you does not make my mouth a display, nor does typing this make my hands outputs. The intelligent machine would be one to which interiority was superfluous, even where intelligence was immeasurably more powerful.
Call this the horror of the Chinese room, or the zombie character of AI. The horror is the thought of decoupling intelligence from interiority, or of having the power of intelligence without its dignity; calculation without being-for-oneself.