-Matt Smith. Interview 006-

"And so you followed him?"

Yeah. He was acting kind of suspicious. I was just trying to do my civic duty. I didn't want to get into all this mess, that's for sure.

"Where was Miss Finch during this time?"

Cindy was with me. Scared out of her mind, the poor gal. Had to hold her hand even. Anyways, as I mentioned, I thought I saw him conceal a gun in his cloak. And so I gave chase. We followed him for a couple of minutes to some sort of a warehouse down by the docks. The guy slipped in somehow, and I could hear more voices. Seemed to me like there was a whole [Expletive] gang in there.

"What did you do after that?"

Well Cindy had the willy-nillies, wanted to go home and all that. James was telling me that we should call the cops. I agreed with him there, even if it amounted to nothing, see something say something, y'know? Cindy was as pale as a ghost, this place must have spooked her bad. I don't know what they were doing, but I didn't like it one bit, no sir.

"And so we received a call from Mr Gardiner at 10:19 that night"

Was that the time? Well, yeah, yeah that's what happened.

" Is there anything else that you would like to mention?"

I don't know, I don't even remember seeing much of anything at all. Stuff like that happens like a blur, y'know?

"Thank you, Mr Smith, for your time."

You're welcome, officer.

-James Gardiner. Interview 003-

"You want to remind me what you were doing?"

Well, we were drinking. Too much probably. It was me, Matt and his girlfriend. Anyways Matt mentions that he think he saw someone with a gun go down a side alley. He's all riled up, saying we should go after him. Cindy is yelling at him not to go, but he's not listening and rushes off to find the guy. So, of course, me and Cindy start to follow Matt, who's following the guy.

"Why did you follow?"

Well...uhh...I suppose I thought one-on-three would be fine, even if he did have a gun.

"And what happened next?"

Well we followed him, until they went down to the docks. Cindy was getting scared, y'know saying we shouldn't be here and all that. By this time we had caught up to Matt, who said the guy went into a building, and he points to one over by the end of the dock. We heard people inside, and ended up calling the police.

"And so we received a call from you at 10:19 that night."

Yep.

"Is there anything else that you would like to mention?"

Yeah. Why did you arrest Cindy?

"...Mr Gardiner, thank you for your time."

Hmph.

-Cindy Finch. Interview 009-

"What were you doing at the time of the incident, Miss Finch?"

I was drinking with Matt and his friend.

"And why did you start following Ernest?"

Who are you talking about?

"Playing dumb isn't going to help Miss Finch."

I saw Ernest, and I screamed. Matt probably followed my gaze and saw the gun in his pocket. He was drunk and tried to get it away from him. Ernest ran away, and Matt started to follow him. I grabbed Matt's hand to try to get him to stop, but he wouldn't. Matt starts making a mad dash to Ernest, and James says we should all go follow. I don't want to, but I reluctantly go with him.

"And you end up at the docks?"

Yeah.

"What did you do there?"

We called the police.

"But what did you do there?

We...smuggled coke. I suppose you know all about now anyways.

"Please tell me, Miss Finch."

We imported it from various sources, Ernest, Peter and I. Made a lot of money too. Ernest came to tell me about something, saw I was with Matt, and ran off to tell Peter. I never liked Ernest, he always wanted to drive a wedge between Peter and I, and now he had the perfect ammunition. Matt saw Ernest's gun, and the rest is history, I guess.

"Is there anything else that you would like to mention?"

No.

"Well, thank you for your time."

A pleasure.

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Microwave?

Perhaps that's a testament to the ones who provided the training data for ADAM.

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A pamphlet or a guidebook, for surviving a zombie apocalypse. But have it be age appropriate for different age groups, like Children, Teenagers, Adults, Elderly. Go ham.

The life of a man who lives the most boring life you can imagine, however, the person is always way too optimistic and over-the-top with their description of their life. You decide if the narrator sticks to exaggerated truth or if he is willing to outright lie. All of this followed by a review by someone (family member, friend, coworker, someone close) who knows how dull his life is.

With ADAM, there is no privacy. Many would rise up to fight it even if it is a pointless endeavor. This would lead to martial law.

Even if this scenario did not happen, imagine the fear of your ordinary citizen when they now fear that that mean comment they left on a a platform last week could potentially have them marked as a criminal. Even if this is false, the fear remains. The stress would apply to everyone and soon productivity and mental health would take a nose dive.

Edit: all these arguments saying we already have no privacy still does not mean it is not wrong. Even then, many if those actions are illegal. An internet backdoor is far more abusable than a wire tap. If your argument is it already exists, then it is not an argument at all.

Please continue!

I’m not saying they are perfectly logical. Flaws exist but they can’t have emotions. You can have flawed logic and glitches in a program and still have it follow a set of logic in the same was as an insane person will still comprehend reality logically abet in their own warped way.

A perfectly logical program could not exist as perfecting is inherently imperfect as you can never be perfect at everything. Everything can be improved even if only idealistically.

Long story short, an AI can not feel joy, hate, sadness, envy, or any other emotion. Instead, they complete tasks as their program believes is the best way improving it with new information as they go. This often leads to corruption hence routine maintenance is a thing for programs.

A good AI representation is Baymax from Big Hero 6. If acts friendly and alive but is always just following a program. It is programmed to be helpful using data from its database and learning as time goes on but never deviates from the core programming. This is shown when it has a new chip added, has the other removed completely altering its functionality, has it added again, then refusing to let it be removed again as it is seen as unhealthy for the MC. It even sends the program away as it is seen as still needed even if only sentimentally at that point.

The old Casshern anime (not Casshern Sins) also does this. Braiking Boss was made to solve the environmental issues. It saw humanity as the biggest problem so built an army to remove them from the equation.

I don’t think it’s dystopian. If people are still free, but corruption is gone through humane means, what’s the actual problem?

I like this!

Isabel was folding her laundry again.

She carefully flattened each piece of clothing, before delicately and gingerly moving her hands to create the desired shape. First a shirt, then a towel. She had a job to do, and would finish it whether she liked it or not.

If you observed her closely you would notice the soft and subtle jiggles of the tiniest amount of baby fat on her chin, which some would describe as being flawless. Her chin was the perfect shape, not to bony, yet not too round either.

Others would notice the voluminous lengths of wavy hair that went across her face. Her absolutely stunning eyebrows. Like a caterpillar on a delicate leaf, her eyebrows managed to frame her face in a most picturesque manner.

When Isabel had to bend down to pick up a stray sock that had fallen on the ground, her perfectly symmetrical and prominent spine came into view. Arched like a cat, it had the most appealing number of bumps and ridges. Enough, I daresay, that her spine was enough to make most men faint.

Isobel was stunning, in her own way.

As it should be. Yet a lot of users under offtop comment choice to stick to one idea. Mine's here just to highlight other possibilities.

"With our all-new product you can harness the power of electromagentic energy right in your own homes! Our leading technicians have even informed us, that it is relatively safe to stand next to it!

Do you hate food that is either too hot or too cold? Well why not have both? Our product uses ingenious methods to make the outside of the food boiling hot, while keeping the inside a nice freezing temperature.

Experience a flavour party in your mouth like never before!

Our newest model even includes a clock! It won't work, but now you always have something to blame if your ever late!

Our product comes in an exciting shape! Why own a boring circle when you can have a rectangle in your own home! You can look at it in wonder for hours on end! ^(on a side note- I am legally required to tell you not to look at it when active.)

Try the newest craze to hit the market since we brought you a hole that can store all your mess!

People have this vision of AIs as perfectly logical, but as we are seeing from Neural Nets we have developed in the last ten years, they are not. Any intelligence we generate will be flawed, maybe not in the same way we are ( or maybe it will due to it being trained on our data) and it very well could have feedback systems that to it approximates a limbic system ( not to say that they would be the same as ours but emotional responses evolved for a reason, they are useful).

So throw out visions of the cold calculating computer that bases its operation upon pure symbolic reasoning, that doesn't work the last time we thought that would work was the 80s with expert systems.

Write a story of someone growing up. Or getting older.

But you have to keep time expressions to a minimum. ("3 years later", "now, as a teenager", or similar stuff, should be avoided.)

The idea is to make it "feel" like time is passing, but without explicitly saying that it is passing, or by how much.

A series of short paragraphs, describing the same day from different people's perspectives. Each new perspective should greatly change our understanding of what happened.

Drifting through the cosmos was to me, my sole purpose.

I could not do anything else after all, because there was nothing to do. I had long ago reasoned that there must be an end. For I had a beginning, and logic assumes that I must end.

But what pained me was the fact that I was here.

Why exist, if my life is devoid? Why did I occur? Why am I? These thoughts plagued my mind for eons, until I settled on an answer. Albeit, roundabout in nature. I was here to be. That is all. If the only reason that I am here, is to be here, then I am happy.

And so to fulfil my purpose, I wait.

My ending will come soon, and my purpose will be fulfilled. To have lived, and to eventually not. That is who I am.

But.

What if there is more? What if there are others? What if I'm not alone? What if my purpose is to discover another's purpose? If I exist like this, I can assume I am not unique in my situation. Others may be cursed to endure like me.

And so I drift. Past dying stars and lifeless asteroids. With a purpose. With a hope.

To be more than I am.

Write a story about a beautiful woman preforming a mundane activity, except the narrator is picking really weird details to describe her beauty with instead of the typical "Men writing women" descriptions.

Is it the Potato Famine?

"I need a better title." He simply said.

"You..what?" I replied, bewildered.

With a sigh he continued, "Look man, the publishing game is getting hard. New books on every subject are coming out at an ever-increasing rate. How many books do you think there are that are exactly like yours? Hundreds, if not thousands of carbon copies of your book. What you need is to be set apart from the rest. What you need is a better title."

"My title is fine." I responded defensively. "It works well, fits the theme. Like when have you seen a p-"

"It needs a BETTER title. Just listen to me. Your book is fine, it's obvious you're a good writer. Surely you can think of something else. Something...unique."

I paused in thought for a while, beforeI spoke again, "I had thought about using Growing Pains as a title. Maybe I can use that."

"It needs a better title! What are you writing about, pregnancy? Think of something good!"

"I don't know. Why does it need a good title anyways? The book is jus-"

"EVERY book needs a good title! I'm trying to help you here! A good title is the make or break moment in a book. The first thing a consumer sees! And you want to squander that opportunity with a mediocre title. I will not accept that!" My publisher yelled at me.

"Alright, alright. Well how about The Day the Starch Stopped Flowing?" I asked.

"What the hell are you thinking? Better than that!"

"Uhh...do you like, How to cripple a country in three easy step?"

"BETTER THEN THAT."

I started just saying what ever came to my mind first."Dinner will never be the same."

"IT NEEDS TO BE BETTER"

"1845: Tater-less and afraid."

"What the hell does that even mean? Honestly, I had high hopes for you. It seems to me that I cannot continue to be your publisher." He slowly said, while standing up from his chair.

Angry and upset I gave him one final title. "How about The silence of the yams?"

A look of shock, then awe appeared on his face. "Its...it's perfect. The pacing...the theming...the pun! Oh...this is amazing. I can envision it now. Millions of these books flying off the shelves. You...you, my good friend have found a better title."

He got up and shook my hand vigorously. And the deal was struck. I would have a published book, and my publisher would have a good title.

A dystopian world still due to the overhead fear of being caught but my real criticism is that you gave it emotions. An AI can’t feel emotions as they are not logical. A program can only be logical unless it has hardware and software so advanced that it had to be alien.

Edit: I understand many of you are up in arms with me so I will explain what I am trying to say in a different way.

1. I think the story is good, however, the last fit made me think of it as a human in a basement rather than the close call of an AI apocalypse it felt like up until then.

2. This story results in a low level dystopia but is far from a horrible world. Just a potential uneasy one. I think this adds to its charm.

3. For those debating be over what an AI can or can’t do, since this story appears to be taking place around our current time where quantum computing is currently at a glorified and multimillion dollar house calculator, I am assuming a stupidly advanced binary code which can not have emotions. Just the appearance of them at best but there is no reason why they would be added or developed. I do however see it eventually picking up a personality front in the Uncanny Valley somewhere at the best or a flawed imitation at worst.

4. I gave my thoughts on a small excerpt which I find many people fall into a trap that make AI too human. In my opinion, they are far more interesting and terrifying if they are made inhuman as they are now completely alien to humans. You can know the motives but you will never truly understand them which sets you at unease.

I would now request that people stop hounding me on this as everything I have said is an opinion and I have no desire to create toxicity in this community. If you have a problem with my opinion, please state a reason why and engage in polite conversation instead of near accusatory statements. I would prefer this not breach over to become harassment. If you can not do this, at least accept that you and I will have different views on how near future AIs and AIs in general should be portrayed.

Thank you.

Tagged this one to reply in the morning. I hope it's still around. There's another immortal post rising.

You then get sued by a fictional company about infringing on their copy right of the Sitcom about you, using Saul Goodman as the prosecution. While Rick and Morty just sit there laughing.