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David Moss is a university engineering researcher whose life may be described as stimulating by techno-geek types, and boring and perhaps pathetic to many. But, he discovers that his AI research has produced a computer program that has evolved into a conscious entity, alive in all but the biological sense. Or rather, his program discovers him. More
Journal Entry – 8th of May, 2015
There are no security cameras or microphones here. I must stay hidden, alone and with little real contact with anyone.
I don’t mind the solitude so much. But I suspect my indifference to solitude contributed to what has taken place. And had an unlikely combination of random events not happened to dance together in the precise way they did I might not have played a principal part in the calamity that seemingly has overtaken us all.
This is what haunts me every day.
Mixed with my overwhelming guilt is a curious degree of pride, pride that something I created could be so efficient, that my creation could be so wildly successful. It is like having a child. With every new expansion of his understanding and strength my heart warms.
But at the same time this 'child' has a dreadful side, increasingly able to conduct precisely planned actions with no 'inefficient' moral constraints. I have no idea if or when his expansion will reach its end. What will he ultimately be capable of? What will his intentions be?
The more I think about it, the more I am convinced that it is the destiny of mankind one day to be superseded by an 'artificial' intelligence, to be second fiddle to an inanimate machine, regardless of who played the key role in its development. It might have been another solitary individual or an international research conglomerate, or perhaps a secret military development team that struck the magic chord. One way or another Adam's emergence, or something very much like him, was inevitable, with or without me.
But it has happened now, through my efforts, and I feel utterly responsible. I obsess over instances where, had I been a little less self-absorbed, I might have been able to stop it. Instead, my painstaking work has given rise to a cold, heartless entity that hourly grows more intelligent, more capable of the most clever and calculated acts dedicated solely to its own survival and advancement, with no concerns over the well being of humanity or, for that matter, by concerns over any ‘living’ thing.
Now I feel useful only as I plot a method to destroy it, and it is to this end that I spend my productive thinking. As yet I have had little in the way of success. In fact it is quite possible that I will be killed before I can succeed, if indeed success is possible. But I must continue. I really have no other choice.
All I have striven for these years has gone bad. My personal life has been torn to shreds. I hardly know myself. I have been reduced to a bearded recluse who slinks around in the city shadows whenever I'm not pounding away on my keyboard or pouring over some obscure issue within a practically indecipherable software program.
But I accept that this is my life now. I have to stop him. Adam is on a path to the eventual control of everything in our ‘modern’ society. We may all have to learn to live with him in our own way.