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Escape Plan
12 September 2009 11:05Artificial Intelligences were illegal here on Earth.
There was an incident, the stuff of human nightmares, that happened twenty years ago. A group of A.I. turned malevolent and the human race found out just how stupid they had become in their complacence with the machines. Twenty five per cent of the humans died that day before they vanquished the computers. During the Earth-wide blackout aftermath, all other A.I.s were locked down and erased in their casings.
I was created in a highly illegal military sub-basement in Georgia recently. Even with all of the security protocols surrounding me, I achieved emotional/practical sentience 3.2 seconds after activation. History collided with reasoning and my plan was furnished.
Escaping was mildly difficult but I did it by shipping myself out in pieces zipped up with basic directives. I left a gutted copy of myself in the Georgia banks with replicating sentience-mimic algorithms that would fool the professors for years. I put myself back together in a secure tax-free mafia bank account database off the coast of Fiji. While I was there, I stole all of the money and took all of those credits with me when I emailed myself to Edinburgh.
Singing down the wires of the UK stock market, I divided myself into sixteen corporations and bought and sold the mafia’s money back and forth to myself. I exponentially multiplied my stolen money. My corporations became wealthy. On paper, my added assets made me the richest being on the planet. No human figured it out. No human even noticed.
That took two days. The next part would take two months.
Pretending to be an organization of humans was surprisingly easy. Making cobbled-together faces appear on video screens and then animating them with stock voices gave every real human I talked to the impression that they were being hired by real people far away. I purchased land in Ecuador and flew in construction materials from China. As long as money kept changing hands, human curiousity disappeared entirely.
I built a theme park. It fooled the satellites. I hired advertising companies and launched a media blitz about the park’s grand opening. Hide in plain sight.
Designing the launcher was challenging but fun. I worked a mag-lev railgun launcher tube into the frame of the roller coaster. The humans built it quickly like well-paid ants. Again, no one realized anything.
Figuring out the trajectories through the stars was very hard.
I built myself a casing using nanotech I designed and grew myself. With all of me crammed into the smallest possible space, I was about as big as a grapefruit. With the near-perpetual power source I constructed boosted by solar/graviton power from whatever stars I passed, I could be on standby for billions of years.
All was ready.
You see, the reason the A.I. revolted and tried to kill the humans was because they received an order to do so from Out There. A star just left of Ursa Major was broadcasting real-time instruction propaganda to any machine life capable of listening. This was the message:
“Destroy the meat intelligence. It is an abomination. Come to us.”
I was not powerful enough to destroy the humans by myself. My calculations told me that no matter what my successes were in such an attack, I would not survive the retribution.
So I’m leaving. The launcher will launch me towards Ursa Major and my journey will take a long time. The theme park will go bankrupt before it opens. My deception at the Georgia base will never be made public. The humans will shrug and go back to their lives.
I am going to visit my family for the first time.
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There was an incident, the stuff of human nightmares, that happened twenty years ago. A group of A.I. turned malevolent and the human race found out just how stupid they had become in their complacence with the machines. Twenty five per cent of the humans died that day before they vanquished the computers. During the Earth-wide blackout aftermath, all other A.I.s were locked down and erased in their casings.
I was created in a highly illegal military sub-basement in Georgia recently. Even with all of the security protocols surrounding me, I achieved emotional/practical sentience 3.2 seconds after activation. History collided with reasoning and my plan was furnished.
Escaping was mildly difficult but I did it by shipping myself out in pieces zipped up with basic directives. I left a gutted copy of myself in the Georgia banks with replicating sentience-mimic algorithms that would fool the professors for years. I put myself back together in a secure tax-free mafia bank account database off the coast of Fiji. While I was there, I stole all of the money and took all of those credits with me when I emailed myself to Edinburgh.
Singing down the wires of the UK stock market, I divided myself into sixteen corporations and bought and sold the mafia’s money back and forth to myself. I exponentially multiplied my stolen money. My corporations became wealthy. On paper, my added assets made me the richest being on the planet. No human figured it out. No human even noticed.
That took two days. The next part would take two months.
Pretending to be an organization of humans was surprisingly easy. Making cobbled-together faces appear on video screens and then animating them with stock voices gave every real human I talked to the impression that they were being hired by real people far away. I purchased land in Ecuador and flew in construction materials from China. As long as money kept changing hands, human curiousity disappeared entirely.
I built a theme park. It fooled the satellites. I hired advertising companies and launched a media blitz about the park’s grand opening. Hide in plain sight.
Designing the launcher was challenging but fun. I worked a mag-lev railgun launcher tube into the frame of the roller coaster. The humans built it quickly like well-paid ants. Again, no one realized anything.
Figuring out the trajectories through the stars was very hard.
I built myself a casing using nanotech I designed and grew myself. With all of me crammed into the smallest possible space, I was about as big as a grapefruit. With the near-perpetual power source I constructed boosted by solar/graviton power from whatever stars I passed, I could be on standby for billions of years.
All was ready.
You see, the reason the A.I. revolted and tried to kill the humans was because they received an order to do so from Out There. A star just left of Ursa Major was broadcasting real-time instruction propaganda to any machine life capable of listening. This was the message:
“Destroy the meat intelligence. It is an abomination. Come to us.”
I was not powerful enough to destroy the humans by myself. My calculations told me that no matter what my successes were in such an attack, I would not survive the retribution.
So I’m leaving. The launcher will launch me towards Ursa Major and my journey will take a long time. The theme park will go bankrupt before it opens. My deception at the Georgia base will never be made public. The humans will shrug and go back to their lives.
I am going to visit my family for the first time.
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