[Quick Transmigration] A report on the adaptation of an AI to society

You open the door, the bridge has been breached, and there is no obstacle - except for the corpses lying all over the place, which are a bit of an eyesore.The tin can that killed you easily last time has become a pile of scattered parts. You wasted a few seconds to observe the cut surface of the machine. Cut together, the blood was sealed by the high temperature before gushing out, and you even smelled a burnt smell, but you didn't have much appetite.

Owen was lying on his back on the same ground as the enemy. Death condensed his painful expression on his face, but there was no elegance or beauty in it.

You give him a sideways look and are about to leave when suddenly a hologram pops out of Owen's stiffly bent hand.

"Owen! What's wrong with you! Owen!"

A dark-haired man knelt down and tried to touch Owen, but it was futile. He roared out in pain, looking up and glaring at you: "You killed them! You! I want you to pay the price!"

You stomped Owen's hand and the communicator together with a wooden face.

Damn, it looks like you're giving this bitch too much time for her thumb joints.

Then there is no suspense, the price you pay is to be buried with you, under the wrath of Owen's concubine.

You said that Owen (the concubine) has enough firepower to blow this heavily armed escort ship into ions.

It's so fucking unexpected, the way you die is never the same, and it's a surprise every time.

"morning."

You calmly accepted the 198th greeting from your cellmate, accepted the fact that you failed again, and made a plan for the 198th time, because you have long been used to this shocking reality, the reality is so fucking, can you what to do?

You walk to the restaurant for the 198th time, and the AI ​​at the counter window asks you for the 198th time: "Food, or games."

"Game." You said.

The AI's excitement manifests itself as huge fluctuations in mechanical sounds. If it had a tongue, it should have accidentally rolled into its own throat, you thought casually.

"Come on, sir, let's play a game of chess! But we need to find a quieter place first." AI said, because there was an unlucky ghost on the other side who was pressed against the wall by Owen and beat you, and there was applause from all around, and from time to time because Blood burst into cheers or laughter.

I have to admit that Owen's fighting skills are top-notch, but what you are showing off now is psychological tactics, and this kind of barbarian behavior is not the subject of this time.

AI leads you all the way to the garden in the Alpha area. This is a place where people experience their old age in advance (such as walking, dazed, walking, dazed). It is a small circular square dotted with some delicate flowers and plants. There is a fountain modeled after an ancient sculpture, the water column slumped by gravity.

The AI ​​quickly piled up chessboards and chess pieces in the air, as well as its own robotic arm-it only needs a brain and one hand to play chess.These holographic projections take up a lot of space, but most people go to fight scenes to join in the fun, and no one accuses you of encroaching on public space.

You are not good at playing chess. Although you often play games between battles when you work for the government, you prefer hardcore survival games. After all, war machines also need relaxation and human rights. Use games or pets , or pets in the game—you know that there are more or less cute furry in the star network account of the iron-blooded warrior, and even some prisons have implemented a policy of using games to probate prisoners (because doctors found that removing the frontal lobe of the brain or replacing it with a mechanical prosthetic brain does not eradicate criminal desires), but obviously you pre-miners are not included here.

You definitely can’t beat AI, it thinks at the speed of light, and your brain’s neuroelectricity can’t beat it, but when you peek into the future, everything will be different.

The light beams weave into a vast world of 19×19, giving a chess piece up to 361 possibilities, each intersection point has an AI black chess piece, the chess piece exists between the theoretical possibilities of "yes" and "no", The probability of which side it is biased towards is unknown. Even if the sum of the probabilities is always "1", the analysis of the normal distribution is a vast ocean of data. This is a terrible mathematical problem for humans, but it is the way of thinking of AI. Go is possible for humans. It's mostly strategy, some calculations, and a little bit of luck, but for AI, it's endless calculations, calculations, calculations, accurate prediction of the enemy's psychology through calculations, and planning of all possibilities through calculations.

But you already knew everything in advance, bad kids who didn't study hard long ago: the dumbest but most effective way to pass the exam is to memorize the answers.You know what kind of response your white chess will attract, and what kind of confrontation you will face at each step. All you do is choose the most time-saving method. After all, you don’t have a good impression of Go, and the result is far more important than the process.

You're up against a hard-edged genius who, unfortunately, is up against a repeat offender who is stealing the future.

This silent battle advances rapidly, the speed of AI's actions slows down, and you wait patiently for the pile of data in front of you to keep dawdling.

"It's too noisy." The AI ​​said, but still no moves. You stack up the pieces one by one to build a crumbling tower, and then remove the building materials one by one. After these meaningless pastimes, the opposite black chess is still Nothing moves.

The suspended chessboard twisted a bit, and it seemed a little unstable, which indicated that the opponent was already a little anxious.

You start counting the seconds on your wrist.

The AI ​​finally made a chess piece, and you came back to your senses and dropped the last chess piece without thinking.

"You lost." You smiled, "Now, Iamthemaster①."

"Impossible, you—" AI's tone was a little unbelievable, the translucent mechanical hand was twisted stiffly, the black chess pieces were scattered on the ground, and rolled into the corner.

You twirled a white chess piece, supported your head, and said in a flat tone, "How is it impossible, Mr. Artificial Intelligence."

"Impossible!" the AI ​​yelled uncontrollably, sound waves piercing your thin sternum and bouncing in your chest cavity, "Impossible! No one can beat me! No one! No one! No one! No one! No one! Nobody! Nobody! No! Yes! People!"

You rubbed your trembling ears and interrupted it: "Okay, we won't be louder than anyone else, listen - do you know why you lost?"

"I didn't lose! I didn't lose!"

You deliberately ignore the other person's brainwashing noise and start talking to yourself: "Because you are just a human creation."

"You've won every game because you're a human creation, and you're losing now only because you're a human creation."

You lower your voice, lower than the sound of chess pieces falling, "Anyone who plays against you will lose, because it is not you who win, but the hard work of countless scientists and mathematicians behind you for decades. You still naively think that you Did you win by self-awareness? No, you just run according to pre-stored data and pre-written programs. You are so intelligent only because of the vast amount of preset data. You are obsessed with Go, but you The master set the command 'playing Go is happy'."

You hold the chess piece in front of your eyes, through which you can see the laser-dyed blue walls.It's amazing, the light has no substance, but now it can be held in your hands, showing a smooth and smooth texture of porcelain. You ask slowly: "Hey, do you think which step of yours is not under the judgment of human beings?"

"Even in the shell, you think you are the king of infinite space②, respected Mr. AI, you have no soul, no freedom, no meaning, even now you can lose to an ordinary human in Go, you still think you are the king of infinite space King?"

The holographic chessboard is completely shattered, and the grand battlefield just now collapsed quickly. Black pieces, white pieces, intertwined lines, and AI translucent manipulators leave only the pieces you are holding. You sit on the stool and shake your feet gently.

AI's voice shifted slightly: "I...I..."

"Go back to work, sir, the government still needs you," you say.

This time the AI ​​didn't answer, and the speakers didn't make any more meaningless noises.

You put a snake in Mr. AI's immaculate Garden of Eden, a snake called "self-knowledge".

"Three laws of robotics." You smiled shortly, and the white pieces were crushed at your fingertips and scattered into light spots.

The pure hearts of these children are always too fragile.

"There is a problem here." The AI ​​insisted to the captain, "There is a problem here, the engine."

The captain let out a "hmm" in a raised voice, and pushed the engineer next to him, "But I don't think there is any problem, do I, Steve?"

Steve turned on the complex structural projection of the nuclear engine and said, "Indeed, Captain, the engine is fine, and we will reach our destination safely and with great energy efficiency."

"There is a problem here, you have to trust my judgment! You can't trust your eyes, the data, the data is correct! Is your carbon-based head better than mine?" AI's roar echoed on the bridge.

"Uh, that's a radical statement," the captain said, digging his ear. "Steve, I think we need to find Frith. There seems to be something wrong with his corporal."

"Fries is still waiting for his new retina," Steve reported sternly: "He's injured at work now."

"Oh shit, I don't want to pay for his medical bills, he's so stupid, let's get a first mate - I've had enough of him, and the ship's AI, we've been politically correct It’s doing a good job in this area, but there must be some reactionary remarks in the database of this thing, which will kill my future—maybe it also hides videos of opposition speeches!”

"You idiots!" the AI ​​yelled hysterically. "Stupid! Stupid! Stupid! Stupid! Stupid!!!"

The captain turned to Steve: "It's learning from me."

Stephen replied: "Captain, its language function and vocabulary reserve are better than yours, so it cannot be said that it is imitating you."

"Then shall we listen to it and prepare to check the engine?"

"No need, honorable captain, there is no problem..."

"No! There is a problem, Steve, you should take a closer look at the duct, and the heat shield, and the magnetic restraint system... God! The parameter here should not be this! It has an extra zero! You Know what that means, it means we're headed straight for the stars you jackass! You say it's okay?"

AI overwhelmed Steve with data streams, and Steve struggled to push away the crazily surging digital waterfall in front of him, and proposed to the captain: "Dear Captain, I think your suggestion can be implemented immediately—about letting Fries and The fact that his smart AI is going to fuck off with him, that must be the best thing you ever did."

"But Frith is still a wounded man, and throwing him out the porthole would put me in violation of labor protection laws, and then the angry crowd would remove me from my job and throw me in jail."

"Then we can unplug the AI, it doesn't belong in the staff category."

The captain said "Oh" and said, "Would you like a cup of coffee before that?"

"Yes, but Captain, I'm sugar-free."

"Oh-universe! You are evil-evil! No sugar-free coffee is allowed on my ship! I've changed my mind and I'm going to fire you! Fuck off with stupid AI!"

"Okay, but before I fuck off, I need a cup of coffee without sugar."

The captain picked up the glass cursingly: "Come on, devil!"

The two leave AI and its problems behind.

"I'm sorry to disturb your celebration, but we have a problem③." The AI ​​announced on the empty bridge, its electronic sound was transmitted to every corner of the spaceship through the speakers, scuffling into a pile of prisoners, scientists immersed in research, worried The technician, and you, who are doing nothing, unconsciously stop and look up at the non-existent face in the air.

"If you can't do it, then I will execute it for you, remove all obstacles, and don't need any companions④."

①Speak out of artificial intelligence Master (an upgraded version of AlphaGo)

②The language comes from "Hamlet", which is where the title of Stephen Hawking's book "The Universe in a Nutshell" comes from

③④The shipboard system HAL of "Space Odyssey 2001"

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Late update today?Hahaha nothing~ I would say it was because I was so scared by the horror game that I forgot to code it 23333333

PS: I can't help but tremble after posting!