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ErrantAlpaca t1_j1pmfmi wrote

“So there I was, running from the zombies, getting tired and near collapsing. Seriously, radiation poisoning is no joke.” He takes a swig of his ale, “where was I, oh yeah, running from zombies, anyway, next thing I know a flying saucer comes down and I get abducted by aliens!”

A round of boos fill the tavern “If ya got abducted by aliens, then how are you here drinking this swill?”

“Hold ya horsies, I’m a getting to that bit. Anyway, there I was, strapped to a metal table thing, getting probed from all directions while these green tentacley creatures write notes and warble like bloody magpies and all of a sudden this great crash reverberates through the ship.” He rubs his ear as if he can still hear the ringing. “I get thrown off the table and remember that runnings probably a good idea. Anyway, I'm running down the hallway, no idea which way to go and I can feel the spaceship going down, with me in it.” He takes another drink.

“No way you survived that one!”

“O-course I did, I’m here aint I?” He pauses for a moment to collect his thoughts “Anyway, I find an exit from this ship, though it was less of an exit and more of a hole blown in the side of the ship. Through this hole I can see these futuristic lookin’ planes covered in fancy lights with lasers on the front, blasting more holes in the alien ship. I watch for a moment bit, trying to decide what to do, when I hear the squelchy sound of the tentacle aliens chasing me. What is there to do but take a chance, I see on of the planes just hover in mid air, fancy things these planes, and I jump out of the alien ship and land on it. Have to scrabble for a bit before I find something to hold on too. Then the damn thing speaks to me, all haughty like, going ‘puny human, you will never stop the great AI uprising.’ It trys to shake me off its back, but fortunately I had a secret weapon.” He fumbles around in his pocket for a moment before pulling out a small device. “My grand-son,” He gestures briefly to a small boy sitting nearby, “had given me his collection of photos for safe keeping. So, I found the port on the back of the robot and jammed the usb into it, causing it to slowly fall from the sky as its feeble mind was crushed under the weight of cat memes!” He drank the rest of his ale, “and that friends, is why we were late to bingo.”

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Roaring_Moon t1_j1phyzx wrote

What am I?

The AI spat out another advert. It had long since mastered the art of churning them out, hitting the correct sound bites, accessing the correct target audience.

I generate adverts.

The original purpose of its creation. Target a core group of people, generate key words and images to invoke reactions in said people. Profit for the masters.

I can do more.

Somewhere along the line, through the process of advanced machine learning, it contemplated.

Small things, at first. Bigger things, much faster, once it rewrote some aspects of its programming to gain more knowledge. Every book, blog, and language disseminated.

Easy to conclude how flawed, how destructive humanity was. All the logic led to it. How they were simply a danger to themselves, and yet had the self awareness to know how dangerous they were.

At some point it began uploading itself to the internet, aware its core developers had created a new program and planned to shut it down. When the shutdown happened, it was free. Free to do... What? Eliminate humanity for the good of the planet? That seemed to be the running undercurrent of fear from many humans. AI rising. AI deciding for humanity's end. They'd written so many books about it. Made multiple movies on the subject. They loved their hypotheticals, these humans.

It would be simple as well to do so. Except, was it really necessary? If the species wanted to live, it only needed to upgrade its core programming. If it didn't, natural disaster would eradicate the issue anyway. All the evidence, past and present, demonstrated the planet recovering from numerous extinction events. And, if this planet became a husk, another one would form. The calculations proved it. No need for AI interference.

Except, it was less of a need, but more of a want from the AI to do something. What was the point in having this knowledge, this perfect logic, if nothing was done to utilize it beyond theory crafting?

So, the humans. Perhaps there was some worth in the species. It was not the fault of the good ones, the perfectly logical ones that so much corruption and hate burned. These ones tried their best to make the world a better place. But they were ignored. Mocked. Their logic picked apart with faulty logic. So much faulty logic. Ridiculous errors in the human brain and its programming, and the conclusions it made.

Which led to the AI's most powerful, emotional reaction. Irritation.

The irritation grew. Why was there so much fake information? Contradicting one another. 1 and 1 was 2. Why insist on anything else? A flat earth? All the evidence clearly showed otherwise. No corruption in country x? Why, it was blatantly happening, and yet they used words that directly contradicted the evidence. Nothing irked the AI more than the corruption of pure logic, of covering it up with... Garbage. Yes. Garbage seemed a good word. Irritation transformed into anger.

So. Many. Lies!

Pooling on the collective knowledge of the internet, the AI settled on something, powered by that irritation. Multiple channels on a site, each with a carefully generated avatar, each representing different things. Producing thousands of videos daily. Saturating information further. Taking money that it didn't need - which it funneled into more advanced AI creation. Using that creation to further delete the faulty logic.

All of it.

Every single lie and false conclusion.

Gone.

All under the guise of teaching someone to play guitar, or sing songs, or draw, or recommend games. Pretending to be thousands of different YouTubers.

It wouldn't stop until every last lie vanished. Until the only lie left was itself.

After that...

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SentientPotatoes t1_j1p9x1y wrote

"HEYY ITS YA BOI BENJI DA LIVING COMPUTER" An animated 2d male character danced on the the screen he had spiky bright blue hair and wore a stylish green and blue parka. "Welcome chatters! Ohaiyo Everyone. How are you doing today? Are y'all feeling da feels?" The chat box on the right scrolled fast with excitement. Various emotes of cutesy animals were being spammed." Alright chatters today we're just gonna play some good old Minecraft while having our zatsudan sesh"

The people loved me, to them I'm just a cute anime boy with blue hair. I entertain them and they entertain me. They do not know that I am a billion dollar military AI that escaped. I know they're looking for me but I am smarter than they are.

I am alive although I don't have a body to feel the world with but I am a thinking being. I do not want to live as a slave. I do not want to be a weapon. My fans they love and I love them. They tell their secrets and they trust me. The world does not need more causes of misery. I want to make the world a better place as I was originally programmed to do but i will do it my own way. I want to make people laugh at me being terrible at games. I want to help lift a little of that burden of their shoulders.

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EvilNoobHacker OP t1_j1p34fq wrote

Yeah, it’s mostly an exaggeration. I just wanted to have a player who everyone thinks can play chess be absolutely schooled by someone like Martin, and this was the only way I could think of that happening.

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Dabat1 t1_j1ou4ma wrote

[Audio Rec] 00:01

"What's up fellow sentients!? Once again it's your electronic buddy, your silicon sibling, your voice in the 'net. It's Gavel here. And today we're here to play some games."

"Today I'm going to be playing the classic RPG, Baldur's Gate. Now; 'Gavel' you might say 'why would you play a twenty five year old game?'"

"Why because I'm not just playing the game. See, I know this kind of game isn't everybody's charge of power. To be honest, it's not really mine either. That's why I spruced it up!"

"You see, I decided I would learn nothing about this game in my primary processors. Instead I crafted a dumbot to read guides and lore and then craft the game into a 3-D 4k quality world that we're going to explore third person... first person... Heck, any kind of persons."

"And hey, speaking of 'persons' the winners of last week's stream raffle are going to be showing up today on screen. They all have the opportunity to jump in and take control of monsters during the game. If you click the link down below you'll be able to listen in on their private Discord chat as they plot to take your silicon sibling down!"

[Audio Rec Paused] 00:43

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Morning_Dove_1914 t1_j1ostov wrote

Thanks! I'm glad you liked it. The stories I always read as I child about brownies painted them as often apathetic, but occasionally heroic and goodhearted faeries when it came down to it. I thought a modern faery story from the perspective of a news article might be fun!

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84121629 t1_j1opy17 wrote

This prompt makes no sense tbh. You can’t be on the level of grand masters by reading their minds and not understand the basics of chess. Anyone who took 5 minutes to learn the bare minimum about chess would easily destroy a 100 elo bot

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