“Liquid hydrogen? Wow! What kind of computations are those quantum computers making? It must be huge!”
Erwa responded very excitedly, “Yes, huge! It's a simulation, an identical world simulation.”
“Really? You say “identical”? is there anyone like me inside there?”
Lop explained, “It contains an identical copy of this world inside, you, me, everyone, and anything! It's based on the data that our AI has collected over all these years.”
I replied with a laugh, “Oh, this is too complicated for me. Have a nice day. Oh, and good job, by the way...” I left the room for the elevator, waiting to see the surface like a diver with low oxygen, hoping to reach the surface in time, desperate to breathe normal air.
That day passed very fast. I was extremely stressed, trying to approach this problem from every angle. They’re indeed very fast, and they took me by surprise.
Around 6.30 p.m., I was already at home in my modest living room with the TV on, and I was watching a football match. I was smoking my pipe with four drops of the special mix.
In Stage One, it speeds up the activity in my cortex. My brain’s blood is moving fast and randomly in the first layer. After that, it feels like a time bobble. Everything seems to slow down as the brain starts functioning faster. A lot of information and memories are processed at a supersonic speed. I remembered the Sunshine Orphanages and the day I swam for the first time. Many other images of millions of moments seemed to pass by in a fraction of a second. In Stage Two, things just keep speeding up, as all the information your brain was processing as if they are being played in a carnival, a fast mix of everything wrapped up in an uncomfortable feeling that one must pass through to reach Stage Three. In this stage, the activity in my cortex is so fast that it does not make any sense anymore, so my body ignores it and balance everything based on my limbic system. That system is nature’s special gift to mammals. It holds all the basic instincts, and more importantly, the basic emotions. Again, I’m not a scientist, but I think my feelings are correct, as everything emerging from the limbic system is the truth. It is reality without distortion, the basic survival kit and emotions without self-awareness, just the mechanism. In this stage, I voluntarily see the world as it is, not as my cortex deforms it to please me. In this state, I can develop crystal-clear ideas, that if synchronized with a slowing down cortex, could be stored and released later as intuitions. That is my experience with psychedelics. Of course, it may be wrong, but it does work for me – perfectly.
After a small nap, the football match is over, and I woke up with a nice feeling of accomplishment – and many intuitions, too. The teapot is fuming with a nice-smelling mint tea. While sipping it from a small wabi-sabi cup, I realized that I needed more time before the system starts because this AI is a more complicated challenge than I thought. To be honest, this is the biggest challenge I ever had. This doesn’t need a plan for a battle; this needs the plan for the battle, as it will be my last one. Suppose this AI machine produces a perfect simulation of this existence. In that case, it must be a school for the ultimate AI being. I deduced that the engineers don’t want that thing to learn only from the collected data as all the other AIs. They want this one to actually live in the same world as we live in. That way, it could build a personality and experience existence itself. Using the simulation like that will not break the first principal of AI, as the subject will never leave the simulation to the real world.
I was thinking if the simulation is perfect and accurate, that means even my actions would be compromised from the time they start the Ultimate AI. My behaviors and even thoughts will become easily predictable. The AI grows up with me and with everyone in existence in its simulated world, a world that it has played over and over again trillions of times. One time it's a friend, another time it's a mother, an animal, or even a falling leaf in a far forest.
All the pieces started to make sense. All the three AI conglomerates collected immense data through all the AI devices, as they did record every behavior of every individual on this planet. They stored every bit of it and waited for the right moment when a genius would emerge and come up with a code, a code to stitch all the data together and then compose the ultimate symphony of existence. Such a diabolic plan! A master plan, indeed.
I thought that the First Citizens were blinded by their success. I thought that their plan would work to a certain limit. They could make a good AI so they could produce a higher success rate in the predictions. And after a decade or so, they could tighten their hold on the Bamos and the Rotanios and force them to better collaborate, or even dismantle their empires and vacuum up their resources. But I never thought that this could be the end of everything we know.
It’s puzzling because if they are so wise and aware enough to design this thing, then why they didn’t see the big, sad ending that they are leading us to? Gambling with the entire realms of creation for power and control, and even if the chances of winning and avoiding a total disaster were almost 100 percent, is not something someone can take upon themselves but must put it
