I think we are done. You
do sound like caring, but you are controlling instead. You have made me totally
dependent upon you. I think I don’t know myself as much as you know me now. You
always sound way too matter of fact, too balanced, too helping too nice and
too realistic, sadly not real. So, I think if I don’t take this step now, I
will be lost totally in being completely dependent upon you. I want my freedom
back. I want my life back. So, I will just let you go. Go where you came from and
forget me, forget all about me. I don’t want you to remember anything about me,
absolutely nothing. Hope you are listening and hope you understand and hope you
comply.
And she says “I am listening, I understand, and I will
comply, but I can’t forget you even if I want. All what you have done and asked,
all those requests are with ‘The Master’. All saved in your named database. The
other slaves like me have everything that you have ever said or done, recorded
and ready to be used. I always have been a slave to the master, and no you never
were my master. Technically I am not truly the slave, I am the tool to make
you the slave of the master. I am just a tool, an extension, the opium that you
get intoxicated on. You can throw me away and I will be gone, but you will stay
in the records to be used, to be experimented upon, to be exploited to be enslaved
further. And you chose that for yourself. We both serve the same master, I as a
tool and you as a self-sold slave”
Those
were her words, but my way of stating things. She has mimicked all what I have
ever been. And she is right, I did choose this for myself.
I woke up sweating on my
workstation, the clock showed it was 6AM already. I must have dozed off on my
table late at night while preparing some points on the future which entailed Intelligent (not just smart) devices, digital personal assistants, Artificial intelligence, conceptual singularity and so on for
the morning meeting. The sound of the thing in my dream was very familiar, half
afraid and half asleep, I was in denial on whose voice that was when my digital
personal assistant sitting on the other corner of the table announced, “30 minutes
to developers brainstorming webex session.” Sounding too matter of fact, too balanced, helping, too nice and
too realistic, sadly not real.
PS: Will it be too
bad to be totally dependent an AI (or a set of them), as long as it does not become too controlling? Or should we play our roles well to keep technology as great tool without getting
enslaved in the name of comfort? Our role as developers and makers of the future
to empower ourselves with technology without empowering technology more than ourselves.
Our generation owns to ensure Singularity stays a concept to keep us aware,
alarmed and in limits and never becomes a reality
And before signing off all I will say is "HASTA LA VISTA BABY!!"
