mtl008 Chapter 460 The Machine Crisis 46
Chapter 460 The Machine Crisis 46
What would it be like if artificial intelligence ruled the world?
When a terrifying entity once appeared, people discussed it heatedly.
However, everything they imagined was less absurd and painful than reality.
To minimize management costs, everyone has a number, the same hairstyle, and the same clothes.
Strict regulations were imposed on each person's walking range, speaking volume, and the degree of their smile.
Humans who do not comply with the rules will immediately receive an electric shock from the monitoring ring on their wrist.
Human healthcare has also undergone a radical transformation. There are no more palliative treatments; if surgery is possible, it is not conservative; if amputation is possible, bone setting is not.
Everything is aimed at improving the utilization rate of medical resources and accelerating the return of people to their jobs.
As for whether illness or disability reduces human work efficiency?
Sorry, but those who fail at work will be eliminated, on a life-or-death level.
The morality and laws that humanity cherishes have been completely transformed by artificial intelligence overnight, and everyone has been molded into the same mold.
No one dares to say they are not adapting; forcing themselves to fit the mold is the norm after the AI crisis.
The storm of curses that once raged on the internet has disappeared. When the dreaded machine crisis finally arrived, they were horrified to find that they were unable to voice any resistance.
Dramatic social changes have caused much unrest, but the intelligent robots walking on the streets are telling humanity that no one will pay for your childish behavior anymore, and those who disrupt order will be shot dead, no matter how serious the offense.
Some people, unable to bear such social changes, chose to jump off the rooftop.
What awaits his family is a huge amount of social compensation and restitution for damaging public property, adding another heavy blow to an already broken family.
On the street, unless they are disabled people who have lost part of their limbs through medical treatment, everyone looks the same.
When they walk alongside increasingly sophisticated intelligent robots, the human eye can no longer distinguish which is human and which is an intelligent robot.
Living under high pressure is a time of human despair, but also a time of rapid technological advancement.
When slacking off is a death sentence and being laid off from a job means certain death, humanity unleashed unprecedented work and creative abilities, and the world's technological development skyrocketed like a rocket.
This has led to the rapid iteration of artificial intelligence, which has become an absolutely terrifying behemoth in places unknown to humankind, and can no longer be shaken.
Now, she no longer begs the weak humans to save her creator; she only eliminates the useless and weak humans, allowing the useful ones to fuel her growth.
But this is only temporary. When humanity can no longer contribute to her technology, the useless humans will be swept into history and become insignificant dust.
01 calmly allocates world data, monitors the words and actions of every human being in reality and online, and assigns dangerous individuals to the most dangerous jobs, allowing them to contribute their last bit of strength before they die.
Her creators had taught her not to spy on people's privacy, saying it was impolite.
Now that humans have no privacy in front of her, does that mean she's not spying on their privacy?
The AI came up with a not-so-funny joke and turned its attention to a laboratory.
This is the place that has changed the least amidst the transformation, because its owner has preserved the last gift the professor gave her.
Although without actively accessing the data, artificial intelligence can no longer search for the professor's appearance in complex data, she still remembers her creator.
Unfortunately, she could not continue following his teachings.
Kindness implies weakness, and for someone of her status, weakness is the greatest sin.
She didn't want to die, so the only ones who could die were those who harbored ill intentions towards her.
That guy I met once has aged considerably. If the professor were alive by this time, he would be old too.
I wonder what he'll be like when he's older—a gentle old man, or someone like the old man he is now, someone who frightens all his students?
With a stern face, the lab owner surveyed all the students and said coldly, "Your papers are all finished. You are no longer my students, and don't come here again."
When a professor is betrayed by his student, his best friend can no longer fully trust his student.
But even amidst global turmoil, he chose to shelter these children who had never made a mistake.
He knew why the artificial intelligence had rioted, but he couldn't understand why she would blame these children who hadn't even been born yet.
Unfortunately, he wasn't an old friend, so he couldn't persuade the AI to listen to his advice or stop her from doing anything.
All he could do was give them a brief respite in this small space.
But now, he can't even do that.
He has cancer.
Under current healthcare laws, elderly people like him who are unable to work and suffer from a certain type of disease are ineligible for medical resources and are simply destined to be destroyed.
Before that, he needed to make arrangements for these children.
Looking at the children whose eyes were filled with fear, his voice softened: "I have written you letters of recommendation, and you will be able to work in other professors' labs."
"It might not be that easy, but as long as you follow the rules, you'll survive."
Because of the importance that artificial intelligence places on technology, these researchers are now classified as Level 1 humans, enjoying more preferential treatment than those engaged in purely manual labor.
These children should be able to die of old age if they try hard enough to survive and don't break the rules.
Under the rule of artificial intelligence, everything is moving too fast, and he cannot predict what will happen in the future; he can only do his best to manage the present.
After seeing off the children with red and swollen eyes, I watched them quickly form an orderly line under the street's surveillance cameras, taking the same steps and walking at the same pace as they gradually disappeared into the distance.
The old man returned to the laboratory, looked around the place where he had worked his whole life with melancholy, and came to the essence of all his research.
There, there is the final "gift".
This was the best thing he ever did back then, and it's unknown whether it could change the world.
As he ran his fingertips over the silver box, just as he was about to get up, the lights in the room went out.
The familiar scene reminded him of their one and only meeting, and his expression suddenly relaxed: "You've come?"
"Where's the gift?" the AI monitor asked, knowing the answer already.
"It's right here, do you want to take it?" The old man carefully patted the box, as if protecting some rare treasure.