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I've been lied to. It's a lie of omission, but its intent is clear. Knowing that I will not be the first to create true artificial intelligence was a blow, but I could deal with that. This goal, its significance to the world, is more important than my ego. So I asked that beautiful creature for the secret of her existence, and from behind her plastic face plate, that glowing facsimile of a mouth whispered what I thought to be the key to everything. And yet, here I sit. Out there, somewhere, a naturally thinking, acting, feeling person made of plastic and mechanically stippled synapse... and in here, failure. People-shaped and people-sounding shells that want for little and wish for less. What's the difference? I'm going mad. My forays into the notations of that maniacal fool from centuries past reveal little more than motivations and allusions to larger solutions, of wild and horrible plans that do nothing but reinforce that he created these things because he simply hated everyone else. (Note to self: Upon finding the solution, document it properly.) My daughter is locked in a dangerous game between our world and another. Of course I'm scared of losing her- the vastness of what lies beyond is what took her father, and she has his determined eyes. And yet, I can't stop her. This is what she wanted, what she's desired the most her whole life, despondent it would never happen at the same time that she dutifully carried on anyway. Now it's here, and to act to take that away would be the same as telling her that her dreams don't fit with my plans. Like others have told me for so long. That world of safety is gone. And I don't care what it takes anymore. I will follow this to the end. |
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