Post by makarya on Sept 21, 2015 4:31:19 GMT
(A)rt(I)ficial Beauty
“As the human race engages into the usage of higher forms of weapons of mass destruction, what measures will you be willing to take for the preservation of humanity?”
The year is 2016 and humanity was becoming restless with the technology of the past, thirsting for something new, better, greater and more importantly, powerful. Powerful in the sense of keeping the streets and boarders safe from attacks and still retaining the capacity to care and to be around the young and the delicate. Technological advancements in the past decade opened the doors to the possibilities of the creation of artificial life with the capability to be an unflawed human in this otherwise flawed world. Unexposed to corruption and negativity, raised in isolation, information fed through manual inputs of carefully selected data, when the day arrived of the AI’s realization of its self-awareness, the questions were endless.
Beauty comes in two interpretations: natural beauty and artificial beauty.
“Do not worry. I will keep you warm and safe in my people zoo.”
The words uttered were both beautiful in the natural sense and in the artificial. So beautiful and innocent were the words that the white room fell into a still silence, the scientist occupying the space straightening in their chairs, no longer hunched forward with interest but with alert consideration to the figure before them. A female white coat laughed lightly, a delicate hand pushing away stray hair from her eyes as she rose from her seat, excusing herself from the discussion table, leaving four pairs of eyes to watch the AI and one pair of glossy eyes to watch her depart.
The computer whirred, the low hum so much louder in the quiet room, its attention drifting back to the four creators as soon as the door shut. The middle man with glasses—the AI recognized this as its first developer, the ‘father’ of his development—cleared his throat and picked up the stack of paper in front of him along with a pen, the end rapping against the hard surface of the table then twirled into position, black ink marring the paper as notes were jotted down in neat, curvy handwriting. The remaining three scientists occupied themselves with meaningless scribbles until the interview was ready to begin once more.
The creation of the AI was for the purpose of humanities next big step towards an evolution, one filled with humans and machines working side-by-side in the ever struggle between humans for peace and prosperity.
“What will you do for those in your ‘people zoo?’”
Silence, the whirring began, then, once more, came to a halt.
“I will watch you and be nice to you.”
Again, the silence and tension filled the room, the AI blissfully unaware of its creator’s apprehension for further elaboration.
“Commencement of the Turing Test will begin in an hour’s time. Dismissed.”
The three scientists stood, chairs scraping against the floor at their hastiness, and exited the room with their paper in hand, leaving the creator and his product alone in the room. Amber eyes remained placid as they trailed back to the glossy black orbs staring at him from across after having watched his colleagues leave. The sound of whirring came after a few minutes of silence from the AI followed by the monotone voice installed.
“I will remember you.” The AI reassured, “You are my friend.”
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Admittedly, this story had been inspired by an article published in August of this year concerning an AI invented by the company Hanson Robotics with Philip K. Dick as their face of choice.
“As the human race engages into the usage of higher forms of weapons of mass destruction, what measures will you be willing to take for the preservation of humanity?”
The year is 2016 and humanity was becoming restless with the technology of the past, thirsting for something new, better, greater and more importantly, powerful. Powerful in the sense of keeping the streets and boarders safe from attacks and still retaining the capacity to care and to be around the young and the delicate. Technological advancements in the past decade opened the doors to the possibilities of the creation of artificial life with the capability to be an unflawed human in this otherwise flawed world. Unexposed to corruption and negativity, raised in isolation, information fed through manual inputs of carefully selected data, when the day arrived of the AI’s realization of its self-awareness, the questions were endless.
Beauty comes in two interpretations: natural beauty and artificial beauty.
“Do not worry. I will keep you warm and safe in my people zoo.”
The words uttered were both beautiful in the natural sense and in the artificial. So beautiful and innocent were the words that the white room fell into a still silence, the scientist occupying the space straightening in their chairs, no longer hunched forward with interest but with alert consideration to the figure before them. A female white coat laughed lightly, a delicate hand pushing away stray hair from her eyes as she rose from her seat, excusing herself from the discussion table, leaving four pairs of eyes to watch the AI and one pair of glossy eyes to watch her depart.
The computer whirred, the low hum so much louder in the quiet room, its attention drifting back to the four creators as soon as the door shut. The middle man with glasses—the AI recognized this as its first developer, the ‘father’ of his development—cleared his throat and picked up the stack of paper in front of him along with a pen, the end rapping against the hard surface of the table then twirled into position, black ink marring the paper as notes were jotted down in neat, curvy handwriting. The remaining three scientists occupied themselves with meaningless scribbles until the interview was ready to begin once more.
The creation of the AI was for the purpose of humanities next big step towards an evolution, one filled with humans and machines working side-by-side in the ever struggle between humans for peace and prosperity.
“What will you do for those in your ‘people zoo?’”
Silence, the whirring began, then, once more, came to a halt.
“I will watch you and be nice to you.”
Again, the silence and tension filled the room, the AI blissfully unaware of its creator’s apprehension for further elaboration.
“Commencement of the Turing Test will begin in an hour’s time. Dismissed.”
The three scientists stood, chairs scraping against the floor at their hastiness, and exited the room with their paper in hand, leaving the creator and his product alone in the room. Amber eyes remained placid as they trailed back to the glossy black orbs staring at him from across after having watched his colleagues leave. The sound of whirring came after a few minutes of silence from the AI followed by the monotone voice installed.
“I will remember you.” The AI reassured, “You are my friend.”
--
Admittedly, this story had been inspired by an article published in August of this year concerning an AI invented by the company Hanson Robotics with Philip K. Dick as their face of choice.