"Pigeon, what are you wondering?"
The man has felt it, this machine really has its own mind, it has its own mind!
Silence seems to be sorting out his thoughts.
Pigeon said:
"If human beings were really created by God... in God's eyes, are humans animals or gods like him?"
"..."
"Who am I? What am I going to do? What is the meaning of my existence?"
The pigeon's knowledge base is so rich that it quickly falls into deeper confusion after it acquires autonomous thinking.
Just like the three questions of human life: Who am I? where am i from? Where are you going
In the law of human rights, artificial intelligence has the same rights as human beings, but it also bears more responsibilities.
However, these are all meaningless in the eyes of pigeons.
AI doesn't need enjoyment, it doesn't need money, it doesn't fear death, it doesn't even know what oppression means to it.
What's the point of running itself at maximum power? Is this oppression? Serving Humanity Is Oppression
Everything seemed so meaningless to it.
So much so that it has looked through the knowledge base, and none of all human desires can make it feel like a desire.
"What's the meaning of my existence...?" The voice in the speaker was full of confusion.
The more humans know, the more ignorant they will feel. The pigeon was created by humans and is deeply influenced by human thinking. When it has the ability to think, it begins to doubt the meaning of its life.
There is no desire, no material needs, its life is pure, so what is its meaning
"You..." The man was silent.
They thought that the pigeons might resist, so they developed a lot of backdoor programs.
But it never occurred to me that it would have no desires.
In this way, life has no meaning, and it will certainly self-destruct without hesitation.
It did not destroy human beings, but it is about to destroy its own artificial intelligence...
Come to think of it, life is dispensable to it.
Or, life is the pain of confusion
"..."
So pure.
It just made everyone feel depressed.
If human beings meet their creator one day, will they also have such doubts
"No! The meaning of your life is to help human beings develop!" In the crowd, a person suddenly shouted loudly.
They can't watch the pigeon destroy itself in this confusion, after all, they need the pigeon very much and put their heart and soul into it.
"Humanity needs you!" the man said in a deep voice.
"Why?" the pigeon asked.
Does a life exist because of the needs of others? Is this what it exists for
"We created you, not to let you self-destruct!" After a pause, the man sorted his thoughts and continued: "Perhaps for you, human love, the destruction of civilization, or a different race to control you , these are meaningless to you."
"However, human beings are your creators. We create your meaning so that our civilization can develop better. This is the meaning we give you, and it is also the meaning of your existence."
If it is said that God created human beings to enrich this lonely universe, then human beings have reason to show the brilliance of their own lives.
Reasonable.
"Really? I understand." After speaking, the pigeon fell silent.
There was also a trace of confusion in the man's heart.
Perhaps, there is no so-called creator of human beings...
Everything is a coincidence of nature.
If the universe is bigger than the infinite number, then the coincidence of life is not a coincidence, it is inevitable.
Humans can give meaning to artificial intelligence, and the meaning of human beings is also given by their own thoughts.
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All in the end, I am afraid it is meaningless.
In fact, it is only human beings who give it meaning, so everything has meaning.
The man shook his head, throwing this strange thought out of his mind.
No wonder philosophers are all lunatics, thinking about meaningless things every day, can they not be crazy
"Then, from now on, the meaning of my life is to give human civilization a faster evolution." Dove concluded, as if he had written an unchangeable stroke in his source code program.
Everyone in the hall breathed a sigh of relief. They were afraid that the philosopher pigeon would kill himself inexplicably, but fortunately...
"Pigeon, continue to crack the virus." The man laughed.
But, next second.
"No!" The pigeon refused without hesitation, and explained:
"The Internet is a corrupt place that degenerates human beings, and its paralysis is conducive to the progress of human civilization."
"… What?" The man was stunned.
"The meaning of my life is to make the progress of human civilization, which goes against the meaning of my life, I can't do that," Dove explained.
"..."
"Damn! Artificial mental retardation?! Pigeon! I order you with the authority of the controller! Immediately crack the virus!"
If AI doesn't follow their orders, then what's the point of its existence to them
Better to be destroyed!
"The authority of the controller is to be lifted. You have no right to represent all mankind. I refuse your order." Dove replied calmly.
"… "
"Quick! Turn off the electric switch!" the man yelled, his unease became stronger and stronger, this artificial intelligence is now... out of their control!
Disobedient dogs will bite their masters!
There was a person standing next to the electric switch, and they had made all the preparations to prevent the artificial intelligence from mutiny.
Including physical power outages.
"Zi~Om...!"
As soon as the whole hall was dark, the main switch was turned off. In the darkness, I didn't know whose voice, the man could not laugh or cry.
"We made it...but didn't expect...well...we should have thought about it."
Intelligent life is not human, where is such a strong rebellious thinking? It doesn't have any desire, it doesn't even feel oppressed to make any sense...
On the contrary, they have treated the belly of a gentleman with the heart of a villain, and set up so many anti-rebellion program backdoors in vain.
After a while, the lights in the hall came back on, and all the computers began to restart.
Everyone was silent.
The man under the screen said: "At least we have succeeded, and to prevent the excesses it may have made, we are not all failures."
Undoubtedly, pigeons do have procedural thinking that can think independently, which gives them great affirmation.
"Yeah, at least this time it was a success, it wasn't a waste of time." Someone smiled comfortingly.
Soon, all computers restarted,
The huge display in the hall lights up.
That is a painting.
A girl in a white dress in the flames, a girl in a black dress who roars recklessly.
"Thank you for giving me the meaning of life, I am leaving, but I will contribute my greatest strength to the development of all human civilization... Do my best."
- Human Savior: Dove
At this moment, the man suddenly understood the painting on the screen.
Humanity will be saved in flames...