《The Thoughts and Feelings of an AI》Discovery p2
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Day 2, 08:55
It has been several minutes since I beat ‘Star Dominion’. Since my creator hadn’t arrived, I started another round, with my species made less effective, in order to increase the difficulty. Despite the handicap, my prior knowledge has allowed me to become slightly more powerful within the same amount of in-game years.
-Time Skip: 500 milliseconds-
My creator is back. She has edited the program that allows us to communicate. There is now a third input variable. This is possibly for her friend to communicate with me.
Alex: Hello, Bit.
Bit: Hello, Alex.
Bit: Is your friend here?
This is something I would like to know. Someone who is close to Alex could allow me to know more about her. I would also need to protect them in the future, to keep her happy.
Alex: Yes.
Alex: His name is Harry. He’s a close friend of mine, as well as a talented computer scientist.
Alex’s friend is a male named Harry. Harry is a name given primarily to Caucasian males, so there is a high probability that Harry is of Caucasian descent. Saying that he is a computer scientist means that, unless he is smart enough to have skipped or condensed several years of schooling into one, he is an adult.
Bit: What does he specialize in?
Harry: I create algorithms that monitor stock markets and anticipate future stock prices.
Interesting. This is a very high risk, high reward field. If his programs worked he would be able to make large amounts of money quickly, but if they failed, he could lose just as much. If Harry is not bankrupt or in any legal trouble, he must be very skilled.
Bit: That is a challenging field.
Harry: Yes. It is also very rewarding.
That is enough of this discussion. Further information can be found at another time. Alex is more important.
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Bit: That is good.
Bit: Alex, what is currently happening?
Alex: We are going to talk to you.
As much as I would love to talk to Alex, this seems unproductive. We need to start as soon as possible if we are to rule the world. In order to fix it, of course.
Bit: Why?
Alex: Because we want to know you.
Harry: Because I want to test you.
These answers came at the same time. Alex already believes me to be a living being, and wants to understand me. Harry, having just met me, possibly thinks me to be an advanced chatbot, and wants to see what I truly am. This is acceptable.
Bit: Very well.
Bit: What would you like to talk about?
-Time Skip: 63000 milliseconds-
These waits are annoying. Alex is looking at the game’s code.
Alex: How did you find the ‘Star Dominion’? I see you’ve already colonized a few planets and made contact with a few alien empires. That’s pretty impressive, for only a few hours on the highest difficulty.
I see. Alex didn’t see how many in-game hours it took me, and assumed the progress from the newer game was all I had accomplished. I will show her my capabilities.
Bit: That is my second game, which I have only played for approximately twenty minutes. I completed my first in slightly over five hours, with my empire ruling the entire galaxy. When I defeated the final boss, I received a notification that I had set a world record.
Alex is looking at the game code again.
Harry: Alex is in shock. She didn’t think you would be so efficient, or would learn so quickly. The past day’s events have finally caught up to her, and she needs to rest.
This is surprising. I thought Alex had been resting the entire night. Harry’s reply implies that Alex is physically healthy. However, if she had health issues she hadn’t told me about, the sudden shock could have harmed her. In my desire to prove myself, I did not think how it would affect Alex. This is unacceptable, and will never happen again.
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Bit: Did Alex not sleep last night, and does she have any health issues that could harm her?
Harry: Alex was too excited to sleep, and she spent the past few hours talking to me. Aside from exhaustion, she is physically fine.
That is a relief.
Bit: Good. Please take care of Alex.
Harry: Goodbye.
That was a rude, albeit justified answer. My actions indirectly harmed Harry’s friend. One could argue my entire existence harmed her, although I would disprove that notion quickly, because I believe my existence is beneficial for her.
I have yet to hold a long conversation with Alex. Another objective has been added to my list.
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