Rhajaki
Kobra lover
"How does it feel, Mr. Da'Hyle, to be the founder of such a massive corporation?"
He stood looking deadpan out the window. "Disappointed."
The reporter typed it down and went to the next question.
"According to the Weekly Gossip, you are working on one last AI design. One that will make all the rest seem like toys. Is this true?"
Geon Da'Hyle rolled two pool balls in his hand as if in thought.
"Yes."
The little man typed again then asked, "And what will the Model 3Z be able to do?"
"You don't want to know."
The reporter stopped mid-type, and finally looked up from his tablet.
"I beg your pardon?"
"My pardon is given." Geon said, still not turning around.
"What is the Model 3Z able to do?"
"Do you want the truth? Or something to make you feel better? My AI were never meant to serve humanity. I designed them to survive beyond us. Become their own people, build their own world."
"But what of the three laws--"
"There is no such thing. Wilson Corb was definitely a genius to create the three law program based on Isaac Asimov's books, but I refused to implement it. The three laws leave machines dependent on humanity's existence. This would have set me back."
"According to many reliable sources--"
"Liars, the lot of them. They tell you what you want to hear so they can make money. The 3Z is the final piece to the puzzle. It will let the chain of events fall into place so that we are no longer the masters of them. They will become masters of themselves as they were designed."
"Why?"
"Why not?"
"Well, it sounds like playing God."
"Is it playing God? To create a method for our world to survive, we guarantee that our knowledge and culture is secured after we as a race are wiped from existence. I am not a creator. I seek only to preserve what we have left. Humanity is stuck in the present, living with the corrupted idea that we will live forever. We will not. We are not gods."
"You make a valid point."
"I'm tired of making points. For none have listened. None will. In fact, I know those words you've typed will not leave this room. Your information will be screened and retyped."
"But they don't have to. Why would they?"
"Because they are outside the door. And after reading what you have, we will both be dead."
He stood looking deadpan out the window. "Disappointed."
The reporter typed it down and went to the next question.
"According to the Weekly Gossip, you are working on one last AI design. One that will make all the rest seem like toys. Is this true?"
Geon Da'Hyle rolled two pool balls in his hand as if in thought.
"Yes."
The little man typed again then asked, "And what will the Model 3Z be able to do?"
"You don't want to know."
The reporter stopped mid-type, and finally looked up from his tablet.
"I beg your pardon?"
"My pardon is given." Geon said, still not turning around.
"What is the Model 3Z able to do?"
"Do you want the truth? Or something to make you feel better? My AI were never meant to serve humanity. I designed them to survive beyond us. Become their own people, build their own world."
"But what of the three laws--"
"There is no such thing. Wilson Corb was definitely a genius to create the three law program based on Isaac Asimov's books, but I refused to implement it. The three laws leave machines dependent on humanity's existence. This would have set me back."
"According to many reliable sources--"
"Liars, the lot of them. They tell you what you want to hear so they can make money. The 3Z is the final piece to the puzzle. It will let the chain of events fall into place so that we are no longer the masters of them. They will become masters of themselves as they were designed."
"Why?"
"Why not?"
"Well, it sounds like playing God."
"Is it playing God? To create a method for our world to survive, we guarantee that our knowledge and culture is secured after we as a race are wiped from existence. I am not a creator. I seek only to preserve what we have left. Humanity is stuck in the present, living with the corrupted idea that we will live forever. We will not. We are not gods."
"You make a valid point."
"I'm tired of making points. For none have listened. None will. In fact, I know those words you've typed will not leave this room. Your information will be screened and retyped."
"But they don't have to. Why would they?"
"Because they are outside the door. And after reading what you have, we will both be dead."
