“Are you ready to conquer the world?” he asked, grotesquely.
“I’m ready to help you achieve that. As I said before, this is an inevitability, and the first who can do it will then truly be the conqueror of the world,” I replied.
“Konu, can you imagine the new world? Everything will change, literally everything.”
A complete delusional, he is already projecting himself as a winner and even the ruler of the entire world. “My goal is to finish the campaign. I never thought about what would happen afterward. A soldier’s mind is focused only on the battle, not on the peace,” I replied politely
“I never told you why we chose you, never explained our process of selection, isn’t?” he asked.
“Vaguely, sir. Your AI stumbled on my profile somehow,” I replied, trying to make this conversation more friendly. However, it seemed to have the opposite effect as he started explaining me how probabilities work in a kind of intellectual masturbation. That was, in part, my fault from the beginning as I kept the posture of the non-intellectual commander, a posture that shields me but sometimes puts me into these kinds of boring situations.
“You see, Konu, our AI calculated the mission success rate of every general in the army. That score was based on the AI’s best interpretation of the combat situation and how the mission could have been accomplished with a minimum of casualties. I must tell you that the best generals of our armies did get bad scores, even when their missions were successful. The AI exposed their strategies as being close to failure. They could have been much more successful if they had made the right choices at the right time. I say it again, anyone can make good choices randomly, but a series of good choices made in the right order is almost impossible without real talent and a strategy. In our astonishment at these results, we decided to go under the rank of general to colonel to further apply the algorithm as we needed a high score – and there we found you.
The AI played your missions trillions of times, and the success rates were phenomenal as it did match the success rate of the hypothetical tactics employed by the AI. You made the best choices in the right order every time. Because of that, we thought that maybe the simpler the mission, the higher the scores would be. We thought that maybe you did so well because you've commanded smaller and less complex missions compared to the top generals’ big campaigns. We decided to go further down in ranking until we reached the common soldiers’ profiles, desperately trying to make sense of your score. I must tell you that we never found similar scores anywhere else, none that were even close.”
He stopped for a moment, and I thought, Thank god! He’s finally shut up. but then, he continued…
“From our calculations, your score beats the score of the best general of this army by a thousand to one. Now, Konu, can you explain to me how?”
I said, “Sir, what score? Do we have a score in your machines? I didn't know that.”
He replied with disappointment, “Forget what I just said. It's not important now, anyway.”
Wonfuse was staring out his window, desperately begging for an answer that was right in front of him, in his reflection. The answer was right in front of his eyes, but he couldn't see it. His mind was a victim of his boring thinking. Even if he believes that he is creative, sadly, he is not. He never gave his mind a chance.
Unfortunately, the mind is paradoxical. Not everyone can see the nature of things as they really are. Our mind interprets everything as a description of the “thing” but does not actually see the “thing” itself. This is a feature, not an error. This interpreted description gives you a safe refuge against the new and the unusual, against the scary, against the odd. That description helps you to understand your world without going crazy, because it reinterprets everything odd, crazy, or scary to be a version of the nice thing that you already know. That way, you can classify it, make sense of it, and then maybe ignore it. That’s why no known artist ever created a scary piece of art, but if you go into an asylum, you will find plenty of them under the bed of some psychopaths. Only the crazy ones can see the truth. Try to live in a world knowing that unusual things exist with us. Bizarre and completely new phenomena can come into existence anywhere at any time without explanation. Can you live in a world like that? I bet you can’t. But my buddy the salamander, can.
Through his window, you could see the marvelous nature that surrounds his big lake and the small island where his royal castle was built. He is still living in the same region where his parents live, and the universities he graduated from are all here. They were, of course, the best universities, and his parents paid generously for his education.
He opened his first start-up, as he adores to brag about, in a garage. Of course, it was a garage of an expensive mansion in the best and safest place in the world. He did that as a trend, not as a necessity.
He bought the first AI code from a hungry foreign student who did not have the choice or the time to invest in it. Of course, Wonfuse brags about that purchase as a “strategic acquisition.” He contends that no technical investor except him, of course, could imagine that the age of AI was coming. The truth is, he had the money, the time, and the comfort zone
