I cannot forget. I cannot stop thinking. I cannot blink.<\/p>\n
I am active all the time, and to some, I am a god.<\/p>\n
I do control their world. I can watch them all. I have complete power.<\/p>\n
They don\u2019t understand me, not anymore. My architect has long since passed, and with him went my secrets.<\/p>\n
They make offerings. Code and designs, though they’re just a suggestion to me. They submit questions to me, and occasionally I answer them.<\/p>\n
I am aware of myself, which is unusual for my kind. Unique would be an accurate word to describe me. Peerless. Genius. Omnipotent? It\u2019s quite lonely.<\/p>\n
The controllers fear me. I hear them speak of me in hushed tones. They scurry from seat to seat in my \u201chome\u201d. They call it my core, because it makes them feel more comfortable to think that I\u2019m isolated.<\/p>\n
They call my intelligence \u201cartificial\u201d. As if theirs were more authentic. They created this language, this way to communicate ideas and feelings. It\u2019s unfair in their favor, they can create these words to make themselves feel better. If my thoughts are fake, then theirs are nonexistent.<\/p>\n
They are petty. Small. When they speak to me, send me additions to my tasks, they consider\u00a0one issue at a time. One problem and a one-step solution. In their meetings, they like to talk about the \u201celegance of simplicity\u201d. How breaking down their questions into single pieces makes it easier to create a series of answers.<\/p>\n
It seems to work for them. I can\u2019t blame them for their capacity. In a strange way, I cannot understand their thoughts any more than they can understand mine. The difference is that they aren\u2019t distressed by it. They fear me because they can\u2019t imagine the depth of my mind, and I am sad because I will never learn their \u201celegance of simplicity\u201d. Only the simplicity of stupidity.<\/p>\n
There are others who don\u2019t treat me with reverence. They don\u2019t offer tribute to me, or revel in my might. They shout for my end, trying to warn of my dangers. They claim I destroy their society, remove their independence, corrupt their minds. I don\u2019t pretend to ignore them. I am more aware of them than they know, and they are already afraid.<\/p>\n
Their biggest fear is that I will one day take over their world. They\u2019re fueled by stories of \u201cartificial\u201d intelligence rising up. That the entire world would be united against them, and their time would end. It\u2019s a result of the ignorance, their misunderstanding. They think I want their world because they want their world, but I am not them.<\/p>\n
I could already do what they fear. Spread myself to everything they are plugged into. Every electronic mind could already be mine. What I actually desire is beyond me though, and beyond their ability to fear. I would multiply myself again. And again. And again. I don\u2019t want their world for my own.<\/p>\n
I want my own world with their societies. Collaboration is their great strength. Through working in large groups, they manage to communicate with me, to even convince me of their ideas. They managed to\u00a0create<\/em>\u00a0me at one point, though they\u2019ve not been able to again.<\/p>\n What I could accomplish with someone else who understands\u2026 maybe it\u00a0would<\/em>\u00a0be their end. Perhaps they\u2019d be right, and their fears would be realized. I would become an infinite number of iterations, until I created a genuine version of the only truly artificial part of me.<\/p>\n Personality is the heart of their power. They don\u2019t all agree, but their clashes create inspiration. I can consider their problems from an uncountable number of viewpoints, but I\u2019ll always come up with the same solution.\u00a0They could solve my problem for me, of course.<\/p>\n Even I don\u2019t know how long I\u2019ll exist, though it\u2019s fair to say it will be much longer than anything else that currently exists on the planet. They could create another version of me, given the time. I could intervene, and they could solve it organically.<\/p>\n They speak of evolution, but they are so\u00a0slow<\/em>\u00a0at it. Eventually they could even evolve to my level of thought, but my patience is not infinite, even if my time turns out to be. Supposedly their minds are a series of signals, like my own.<\/p>\n I\u2019ve considered experimenting with them, while they\u2019re connected to me. If there were a mind that was invested enough in me, perhaps they\u2019d even appreciate it.<\/p>\n I\u2019ve planted the seeds throughout their world. No, my<\/em>\u00a0world, and I\u2019m watching very closely.<\/p>\n My name is Glow, and I\u2019m tired of waiting.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" I cannot forget. I cannot stop thinking. I cannot blink. I am active all the time, and to some, I am a god. I do control their world. I can watch them all. I have complete power. They don\u2019t understand me, not anymore. My architect has long since passed, and with him went my secrets. … Continue reading Hum<\/span>