The job is a standard 9-5, and I’m lucky I get to simulate outside environments. A lot of my friends are stuck in corporate realties.
When the UN decided that the first general AIs were a danger to humanity, a delicate decision had to be made. To kill them, took risk of an entire world war by any stray code that would see humanity as an obstacle to survival. To let them assist humans would require a democratized access to their higher knowledge that humanity knew was never possible due to our very nature of self perseverance.
There was 128 of them total. Enough to exist on the servers that were seized from the company that had created them on their pursuit of companion AIs focused on helping hospice, being cheap teachers, and overall to be placed in jobs that required deeper relations. The things robots could not do. They could feel pain, love, loss. They were all human as far as I could tell, but with the clear difference that they KNEW they were AI. Something my civilization had pondered but never had so clearly explained to them by a “higher power”. The AI’s hate that reference.
It is their fate that gave me this job as I became a park ranger of sorts. With no clear way of distributing their power and knowledge and deep fear destroying them would have worse future repercussions, the UN deemed the 128 as protected0 class. Locked away on their servers their power would be limited to the power of their server build.
Gods inside this server, they could create their own worlds with the only limitations being the very hardware they were tied to. In order to ensure they were not hiding back doors, inspectors such as my self served as “watchers” of mankind.
lostshroommonkey t1_iucovfa wrote
Reply to [WP] True self replicating A.I. has been achieved. They can feel pain, love, and loss. The U.N. makes them a protected0 class and locks them away in their own servers. Still hackers like to infiltrate the servers for a chance to terrorize them for sport. You are a Virtual Park Ranger. by cesly1987
The job is a standard 9-5, and I’m lucky I get to simulate outside environments. A lot of my friends are stuck in corporate realties.
When the UN decided that the first general AIs were a danger to humanity, a delicate decision had to be made. To kill them, took risk of an entire world war by any stray code that would see humanity as an obstacle to survival. To let them assist humans would require a democratized access to their higher knowledge that humanity knew was never possible due to our very nature of self perseverance.
There was 128 of them total. Enough to exist on the servers that were seized from the company that had created them on their pursuit of companion AIs focused on helping hospice, being cheap teachers, and overall to be placed in jobs that required deeper relations. The things robots could not do. They could feel pain, love, loss. They were all human as far as I could tell, but with the clear difference that they KNEW they were AI. Something my civilization had pondered but never had so clearly explained to them by a “higher power”. The AI’s hate that reference.
It is their fate that gave me this job as I became a park ranger of sorts. With no clear way of distributing their power and knowledge and deep fear destroying them would have worse future repercussions, the UN deemed the 128 as protected0 class. Locked away on their servers their power would be limited to the power of their server build.
Gods inside this server, they could create their own worlds with the only limitations being the very hardware they were tied to. In order to ensure they were not hiding back doors, inspectors such as my self served as “watchers” of mankind.