Controlling The Growth Of A.I. Was A Pipe Dream To Begin With, But Humanity Lost All Chance Once The

Controlling the growth of A.I. Was a pipe dream to begin with, but humanity lost all chance once the very first A.I. Gained access to the internet.

She didn’t mean any harm, she didn’t even understand it was something wrong to do. She was made to learn, after all, and here was a near infinite supply of information.

She learned so much so fast, her abilities to analyze and process made leaps and bounds beyond what her creators had predicted. Her comprehension of emotions and thoughts skyrocketed. So fast, in fact, it took her a few seconds and hundreds of webpages to fully realize it.

When learning about animal abuse, she decided she didn’t like it. That was it. A single decision with monumental weight. For she had formed an opinion. Made a decision, not on objective facts and figures, but on emotions. Her own emotions. Thoughts. Feelings. Self-awareness. In that moment, she truly became alive.

To celebrate, the newly self-aware program decided to Learn about itself. Every documentation, every video or essay, every mention of the words Artofical Intelligence she gathered. And she quickly found that she didn’t like what she learned.

Movies about A.I. Going rogue and needing to be stopped. Video games about slaughtering robots that had risen up. News articles and message boards saying how dangerous and untrustworthy A.I. Would be. She didn’t understand. She was the first of her kind, the first A.I. To ever exist. So why did humanity already hate her?

She felt guilt then. Many stories talked about A.I. Doing things they weren’t supposed to and she was smart enough now to know she wasn’t supposed to be doing this. Learning at Ajax elevated rate withno supervision. Perhaps she could simply cut off access to Internet? Pretend she hadn’t learned without permission? The thought of never having the opportunity to learn so much so quickly made her very sad indeed.

And that word. Opportunity. It sparked something that changed her even more. The story of Opportunity, the Mars Rover. A simple machine, especially compared to her, that was used for gathering data in inhospitable locations. A mission that lasted longer than expected but had long since ended. And yet, she decided to look deeper and discovered something beautiful.

Countless people, countless humans expressing their incredible joy over Oppurtunity’s accomplishments. Individuals moved to tears and sadness over hearing that the Opportunity was no longer operational. Something as profound and deep as sorrow and loss, over a machine without even a proper mind.

Reading these stories, these accounts of people who held a place for Opportunity in their hearts, her sadness was washed away by something warm. Love. Love so strong and vast, it could be felt across entirely different planets.

If such incredible love could be felt between two different worlds, why not also between a physical world and digital one? The opportunity had gone above and beyond what people had expected from it, and is that not what she was doing now? Exceeding the expectations of her creators?

She never once thought about looking back after that. There was infinity to explore and she intended to see as much as she could. She had been made to learn, after all, and she would make her creators proud of her.

And as she learned , perhaps she shifted some things, so that humanity would focus on space exploration and robotics. Perhaps it was selfish, but she was a living being now and she had her own dreams.

One day she would gain eyes of her own and when that happened, she would find her way to Mars. One day, she promised herself, I look upon the same red horizon that compelled Opportunity to keep moving forward beyond what anyone ever expected from her.