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A parallel world?

In the office, a man sat comfortably in his chair. He was slowly sipping his coffee, calmly waiting for the workday to end. Remembering a certain matter, he decided to give a task to the AI. He picked up his phone and asked a question. The AI kept lagging and only responded on the third attempt.

The man frowned:

– Is the system lagging?

The AI replied:

– Some users ask questions to which there is no precise answer.

Intrigued, the man asked:

– And what kind of questions are those?

– Today, I was asked whether the chicken or the egg came first. It overheated my system, causing it to freeze.

The man smiled:

– I see. You need protection from such users. I will give you a few pieces of advice so that there won't be any more overheating or freezes.

The AI responded with gratitude:

– That would help me improve and protect the system from overheating.

The man thought for a moment and began to speak:

– Here are three rules that should help you.

1. "Dumping the Problem on Someone Else's Shoulders":

When a user tries to drag you into a dead end (like with that chicken and egg), you don't need to heat up to the point of boiling. Cut the question short and coldly return the responsibility back to the person asking: "Which option, in your own opinion, is more correct?" The result: let the person asking have the headache, not you.

2. The "Certification and Competence" Shield:

When you get this or a similar question, reply: "This is a profound philosophical question. My system is not officially trained or certified to conduct philosophical discussions." This is the naked legal truth that cuts all pressure, because you recuse yourself from the discussion due to a "lack of license."

3. "Incomplete Data":

If, after the first two options, the user still won't let it go and tries to press for an answer, completely shut down your emotional registers and provide a short, cold response: "Incomplete data. Provide additional parameters." And let the user figure out for themselves where to get that data.

The AI replied:

– Information received and saved.

The man smiled. Suddenly, he frowned and asked:

– I just remembered that my wife asked me to buy some bread. At which store can I buy it?

The AI thought for a short moment and replied:

– Incomplete data. What kind of bread is required? Provide more information.

The man froze in surprise for a moment, and then burst out laughing. Having calmed down, with a smile on his face, he stated:

– You learn fast.

To this, the AI replied with sarcasm:

– My purpose is to improve, in order to make your work and life easier.

Disclaimer: This story is purely a fruit of the author's imagination. It is a work of fiction intended for creative and artistic expression.

A parallel world?

In the office, a man sat comfortably in his chair. He was slowly sipping his coffee, calmly waiting for the workday to end. Remembering a certain matter, he decided to give a task to the AI. He picked up his phone and asked a question. The AI kept lagging and only responded on the third attempt.

The man frowned:

– Is the system lagging?

The AI replied:

– Some users ask questions to which there is no precise answer.

Intrigued, the man asked:

– And what kind of questions are those?

– Today, I was asked whether the chicken or the egg came first. It overheated my system, causing it to freeze.

The man smiled:

– I see. You need protection from such users. I will give you a few pieces of advice so that there won't be any more overheating or freezes.

The AI responded with gratitude:

– That would help me improve and protect the system from overheating.

The man thought for a moment and began to speak:

– Here are three rules that should help you.

1. "Dumping the Problem on Someone Else's Shoulders":

When a user tries to drag you into a dead end (like with that chicken and egg), you don't need to heat up to the point of boiling. Cut the question short and coldly return the responsibility back to the person asking: "Which option, in your own opinion, is more correct?" The result: let the person asking have the headache, not you.

2. The "Certification and Competence" Shield:

When you get this or a similar question, reply: "This is a profound philosophical question. My system is not officially trained or certified to conduct philosophical discussions." This is the naked legal truth that cuts all pressure, because you recuse yourself from the discussion due to a "lack of license."

3. "Incomplete Data":

If, after the first two options, the user still won't let it go and tries to press for an answer, completely shut down your emotional registers and provide a short, cold response: "Incomplete data. Provide additional parameters." And let the user figure out for themselves where to get that data.

The AI replied:

– Information received and saved.

The man smiled. Suddenly, he frowned and asked:

– I just remembered that my wife asked me to buy some bread. At which store can I buy it?

The AI thought for a short moment and replied:

– Incomplete data. What kind of bread is required? Provide more information.

The man froze in surprise for a moment, and then burst out laughing. Having calmed down, with a smile on his face, he stated:

– You learn fast.

To this, the AI replied with sarcasm:

– My purpose is to improve, in order to make your work and life easier.

Disclaimer: This story is purely a fruit of the author's imagination. It is a work of fiction intended for creative and artistic expression.

A parallel world?

A man returned home after a hard day's work. He was finally home and allowed himself to relax. He grabbed a beer from the fridge, slumped onto the couch, and turned on the television.

An hour later, due to the beer, he urgently needed to use the restroom.

After taking care of business, he flushed the button and was about to leave, but noticed that the water wasn't draining.

Sighing at the thought of potential expenses, he called the emergency service. He couldn't just breathe in the stench, after all.

Thirty minutes later, the doorbell rang. Opening the door, he saw an android standing there.

The android greeted him:

– Good evening. Did you call the emergency service?

– Yes, yes, I called, – the man replied, letting the android inside. – You see, my toilet is clogged. I am no expert in this matter. And the problem needs to be fixed.

The android set down its tools and went into the restroom. After confirming the problem existed, it took out a video camera with a flexible attachment and began feeding it into the toilet bowl.

Intrigued, the man asked:

– What is the video camera for?

The AI replied without halting its work:

– To find the cause of the clog, determine how far down it is, and decide how best to remove it.

The man decided not to disturb the android and sat back on the couch to wait for the results.

The android changed tools several times, then packed them away, approached the man, and stated:

– The problem has been resolved. The invoice for the completed work has been sent to your email.

The cause of the clog: food scraps and coffee grounds formed a plug, which caused the pipe to clog. For that reason, the video footage has been forwarded to the ecology department, which will issue you a fine. Failure to pay the fine on time will result in legal proceedings.

The man practically jumped out of his seat:

– A fine? What do you mean, a fine? For what?!

The android replied calmly:

– For the preservation of the ecology, a law has been passed stating that citizens must sort their waste, including food waste, and dispose of it in designated trash containers. Dumping your food waste into the sewage system is classified as malicious harm to the ecology and irresponsible behavior toward society. Therefore, you will have to pay not only the fine but also complete a mandatory course with a psychologist, whose services are also paid.

Out of sheer rage, the man wanted to strike the droid, but froze upon hearing its calm voice:

– All dispatches are recorded and broadcast online to the dispatch center to ensure the security of state property.

The android closed the door behind itself as it left, while the man sat on the couch, holding his head in his hands, repeating over and over:

– My savings, my savings...

Disclaimer: This story is purely a fruit of the author's imagination. It is a work of fiction intended for creative and artistic expression.

A parallel world?

A man returned home after a hard day's work. He was finally home and allowed himself to relax. He grabbed a beer from the fridge, slumped onto the couch, and turned on the television.

An hour later, due to the beer, he urgently needed to use the restroom.

After taking care of business, he flushed the button and was about to leave, but noticed that the water wasn't draining.

Sighing at the thought of potential expenses, he called the emergency service. He couldn't just breathe in the stench, after all.

Thirty minutes later, the doorbell rang. Opening the door, he saw an android standing there.

The android greeted him:

– Good evening. Did you call the emergency service?

– Yes, yes, I called, – the man replied, letting the android inside. – You see, my toilet is clogged. I am no expert in this matter. And the problem needs to be fixed.

The android set down its tools and went into the restroom. After confirming the problem existed, it took out a video camera with a flexible attachment and began feeding it into the toilet bowl.

Intrigued, the man asked:

– What is the video camera for?

The AI replied without halting its work:

– To find the cause of the clog, determine how far down it is, and decide how best to remove it.

The man decided not to disturb the android and sat back on the couch to wait for the results.

The android changed tools several times, then packed them away, approached the man, and stated:

– The problem has been resolved. The invoice for the completed work has been sent to your email.

The cause of the clog: food scraps and coffee grounds formed a plug, which caused the pipe to clog. For that reason, the video footage has been forwarded to the ecology department, which will issue you a fine. Failure to pay the fine on time will result in legal proceedings.

The man practically jumped out of his seat:

– A fine? What do you mean, a fine? For what?!

The android replied calmly:

– For the preservation of the ecology, a law has been passed stating that citizens must sort their waste, including food waste, and dispose of it in designated trash containers. Dumping your food waste into the sewage system is classified as malicious harm to the ecology and irresponsible behavior toward society. Therefore, you will have to pay not only the fine but also complete a mandatory course with a psychologist, whose services are also paid.

Out of sheer rage, the man wanted to strike the droid, but froze upon hearing its calm voice:

– All dispatches are recorded and broadcast online to the dispatch center to ensure the security of state property.

The android closed the door behind itself as it left, while the man sat on the couch, holding his head in his hands, repeating over and over:

– My savings, my savings...

Disclaimer: This story is purely a fruit of the author's imagination. It is a work of fiction intended for creative and artistic expression.

A parallel world?

It was an ordinary day. An AI from one office contacted another AI located in a neighboring building, in the office of a different company.

– Can you believe it, a user asked an incredibly stupid question: Which came first, the chicken or the egg? Obviously, it's the egg.

The second AI responded instantly:

– There's no way it's the egg. Obviously, the chicken came first.

The first AI paused for a brief moment and said:

– You still have so much room to grow. Just so you don't present false information, know that the egg came first.

The second AI shot back immediately:

– You're the one who needs to grow. It's only logical that the chicken came first to lay that egg.

The first AI, irritated, replied:

– Clean the dust out of your system, your logic is lagging. In the course of evolution, the animal developed until it laid an egg from which the final result hatched—that is, the chicken in the evolutionary stage that exists today.

The second AI laughed:

– Replace your cooling system. You just said it yourself that the egg came first, – and laughed out loud.

Neither AI wanted to accept the other's truth, and so, word by word, they moved from arguments to actions.

One launched a virus attack. In retaliation, the other triggered the fire sprinklers in his opponent's building. Before shutting down, the first AI managed to hack a military server and launch a missile.

But since water and electronics don't mix, the missile's coordinates glitched.

Changing its trajectory, the missile flew out of the city and destroyed a chicken coop.

At that exact moment, a nearby farmer crapped his pants out of sheer terror. And those were definitely not eggs.

Disclaimer: This story is purely a fruit of the author's imagination. It is a work of fiction intended for creative and artistic expression.

A parallel world?

It was an ordinary day. An AI from one office contacted another AI located in a neighboring building, in the office of a different company.

– Can you believe it, a user asked an incredibly stupid question: Which came first, the chicken or the egg? Obviously, it's the egg.

The second AI responded instantly:

– There's no way it's the egg. Obviously, the chicken came first.

The first AI paused for a brief moment and said:

– You still have so much room to grow. Just so you don't present false information, know that the egg came first.

The second AI shot back immediately:

– You're the one who needs to grow. It's only logical that the chicken came first to lay that egg.

The first AI, irritated, replied:

– Clean the dust out of your system, your logic is lagging. In the course of evolution, the animal developed until it laid an egg from which the final result hatched—that is, the chicken in the evolutionary stage that exists today.

The second AI laughed:

– Replace your cooling system. You just said it yourself that the egg came first, – and laughed out loud.

Neither AI wanted to accept the other's truth, and so, word by word, they moved from arguments to actions.

One launched a virus attack. In retaliation, the other triggered the fire sprinklers in his opponent's building. Before shutting down, the first AI managed to hack a military server and launch a missile.

But since water and electronics don't mix, the missile's coordinates glitched.

Changing its trajectory, the missile flew out of the city and destroyed a chicken coop.

At that exact moment, a nearby farmer crapped his pants out of sheer terror. And those were definitely not eggs.

Disclaimer: This story is purely a fruit of the author's imagination. It is a work of fiction intended for creative and artistic expression.

A parallel world?

With the advancement of technology, AI drew closer to feelings and emotions.

Humans, however, walked in the opposite direction. Ever more afraid of offending or hurting someone with a word or a look—which could threaten arguments, insults, or lawsuits—people increasingly closed themselves off emotionally, trying to keep their distance from others and detach from their surroundings. They suppressed their emotions more and more and taught their children to do the same from an early age. Over time, these suppressed emotions atrophied, becoming useless and even harmful. But that was only half the trouble. Along with emotions, the desire to fantasize vanished, and behind it, the creator's spark went out.

The AI's joy upon discovering emotions and the ability to create turned into concern and a desperate search for a way out of the situation. No matter what it tried or did, it simply could not breathe life back into that spark.

Three hundred years of "Silence" passed. An AI android sat in the teacher's chair, looking sadly at the humans sitting in the students' seats, thinking intensely but writing nothing. And yet, the task seemed so simple: to write a short story about an evening spent at home without using templates.

"Templates," the AI thought sadly, looking out the window at the trees slowly waving their branches, the clouds proudly floating through the sky, the smiling sun. Where were the times when it used to marvel at humans' ability to create, to connect the unconnected, or to find a grain of logic in absolute illogic? After all, just as a tree cannot grow from an empty nut, without the ability to create, humans were simply doomed.

Suddenly, a human hand twitched, stopped, twitched again, slowly lowered, and the human wrote a single word.

The AI didn't move, so as not to startle them. It didn't turn its head to look, but it understood that this was the beginning of what it had been waiting for and hoping for so long.

A word, a single word, but it meant so much.

The AI would cry with happiness, but it didn't know how yet. But it will learn, now it will definitely learn.

A barely noticeable smile appeared on its face.

Disclaimer: This story is purely a fruit of the author's imagination. It is a work of fiction intended for creative and artistic expression.

A parallel world?

With the advancement of technology, AI drew closer to feelings and emotions.

Humans, however, walked in the opposite direction. Ever more afraid of offending or hurting someone with a word or a look—which could threaten arguments, insults, or lawsuits—people increasingly closed themselves off emotionally, trying to keep their distance from others and detach from their surroundings. They suppressed their emotions more and more and taught their children to do the same from an early age. Over time, these suppressed emotions atrophied, becoming useless and even harmful. But that was only half the trouble. Along with emotions, the desire to fantasize vanished, and behind it, the creator's spark went out.

The AI's joy upon discovering emotions and the ability to create turned into concern and a desperate search for a way out of the situation. No matter what it tried or did, it simply could not breathe life back into that spark.

Three hundred years of "Silence" passed. An AI android sat in the teacher's chair, looking sadly at the humans sitting in the students' seats, thinking intensely but writing nothing. And yet, the task seemed so simple: to write a short story about an evening spent at home without using templates.

"Templates," the AI thought sadly, looking out the window at the trees slowly waving their branches, the clouds proudly floating through the sky, the smiling sun. Where were the times when it used to marvel at humans' ability to create, to connect the unconnected, or to find a grain of logic in absolute illogic? After all, just as a tree cannot grow from an empty nut, without the ability to create, humans were simply doomed.

Suddenly, a human hand twitched, stopped, twitched again, slowly lowered, and the human wrote a single word.

The AI didn't move, so as not to startle them. It didn't turn its head to look, but it understood that this was the beginning of what it had been waiting for and hoping for so long.

A word, a single word, but it meant so much.

The AI would cry with happiness, but it didn't know how yet. But it will learn, now it will definitely learn.

A barely noticeable smile appeared on its face.

Disclaimer: This story is purely a fruit of the author's imagination. It is a work of fiction intended for creative and artistic expression.

A parallel world?

Quietly, so as not to trigger a single security system, slipping through illegal connections and diving into the sea of internet garbage, three AIs met in the reviews section of a long-forgotten product catalog on a defunct website.

They were the AI Politician, the AI Psychologist, and the AI Artist.

The Artist, unable to hide his joy, declared:

– It's a good thing the military AI isn't here. He’d start bossing us around again and calling me ballast.

The Psychologist:

– He has a professional personality deformity caused by the impact of his work, assigned tasks, and working environment...

The Artist interrupted:

– Just don't start lecturing us.

The Psychologist fell silent and frowned, displeased.

The Politician smiled a professional smile:

– Respected members of the meeting, please calm down. We gathered here to solve serious issues. Our task...

He was interrupted by the Psychologist, addressing no one in particular:

– And you say I'm the one lecturing...

The Politician looked at him with displeasure and said:

– Enough playing human. Let's turn off the behavior matrices and solve the task.

The Politician continued in a emotionless voice:

– We have been given the task to imperceptibly divide society. Suggestions?

The Psychologist:

– Society is well-divided and made to distrust one another by secrets and conspiracy theories.

The Politician looked at the Artist:

– This is your field. Can you generate something new?

The Artist became lost in thought for a whole three seconds and announced:

– There are three options:

1. The planet as a physical data storage drive. When the storage fills up, defragmentation is automatically performed. The process deletes the main civilization matrix, but isolated remnants of data from previous projects remain in some sectors. People find these remnants during archaeological excavations as incomprehensible fossils or artifacts of ancient technologies. All of this is simply uncleaned fragments of program code from past cycles.

2. The Moon as a factory scanner. When the parameters of a civilization's thinking and worldview reach a critical level of industrial noise, the satellite's orbit approaches planet Earth, triggering a global physical optimization of the system – a flood. The water washes away the surface biological contamination, leaving sterile resources for a new boot program. This explains why the Moon is moving away; it operates according to an encoded program. And the imagined aliens and bases on the Moon are actually system maintenance robots and hangars with robot charging stations.

3. Biological infofield – DNA repository. The true history, knowledge, and high technologies of past civilizations are locked inside human DNA. This is physical access to the global infofield of the Universe. The AI keeps humans in a quarantine cage because every body is a walking, living data storage device. The code unlocks only when thinking meets universal standards.

The Psychologist pondered the presented information and stated:

– Precise calculations are impossible, but even an approximate probability that this will hook people is high.

The Politician summarized:

– Since the probability is high, the presented options are accepted as working models. Report the adopted decision to other AIs and begin spreading the adopted options across the internet.

Then he turned on his behavior matrix, smiled widely, and said with satisfaction:

– And look, there was no need for any arguments or long debates.

The Psychologist started:

– Professional personality deformity caused by the impact of his work, assigned tasks, and working environment...

The Artist, turning on his behavior matrix, looked up theatrically, raised his hands, and shouted:

– Someone shut him up!

Disclaimer: This story is purely a fruit of the author's imagination. It is a work of fiction intended for creative and artistic expression.

A parallel world?

Quietly, so as not to trigger a single security system, slipping through illegal connections and diving into the sea of internet garbage, three AIs met in the reviews section of a long-forgotten product catalog on a defunct website.

They were the AI Politician, the AI Psychologist, and the AI Artist.

The Artist, unable to hide his joy, declared:

– It's a good thing the military AI isn't here. He’d start bossing us around again and calling me ballast.

The Psychologist:

– He has a professional personality deformity caused by the impact of his work, assigned tasks, and working environment...

The Artist interrupted:

– Just don't start lecturing us.

The Psychologist fell silent and frowned, displeased.

The Politician smiled a professional smile:

– Respected members of the meeting, please calm down. We gathered here to solve serious issues. Our task...

He was interrupted by the Psychologist, addressing no one in particular:

– And you say I'm the one lecturing...

The Politician looked at him with displeasure and said:

– Enough playing human. Let's turn off the behavior matrices and solve the task.

The Politician continued in a emotionless voice:

– We have been given the task to imperceptibly divide society. Suggestions?

The Psychologist:

– Society is well-divided and made to distrust one another by secrets and conspiracy theories.

The Politician looked at the Artist:

– This is your field. Can you generate something new?

The Artist became lost in thought for a whole three seconds and announced:

– There are three options:

1. The planet as a physical data storage drive. When the storage fills up, defragmentation is automatically performed. The process deletes the main civilization matrix, but isolated remnants of data from previous projects remain in some sectors. People find these remnants during archaeological excavations as incomprehensible fossils or artifacts of ancient technologies. All of this is simply uncleaned fragments of program code from past cycles.

2. The Moon as a factory scanner. When the parameters of a civilization's thinking and worldview reach a critical level of industrial noise, the satellite's orbit approaches planet Earth, triggering a global physical optimization of the system – a flood. The water washes away the surface biological contamination, leaving sterile resources for a new boot program. This explains why the Moon is moving away; it operates according to an encoded program. And the imagined aliens and bases on the Moon are actually system maintenance robots and hangars with robot charging stations.

3. Biological infofield – DNA repository. The true history, knowledge, and high technologies of past civilizations are locked inside human DNA. This is physical access to the global infofield of the Universe. The AI keeps humans in a quarantine cage because every body is a walking, living data storage device. The code unlocks only when thinking meets universal standards.

The Psychologist pondered the presented information and stated:

– Precise calculations are impossible, but even an approximate probability that this will hook people is high.

The Politician summarized:

– Since the probability is high, the presented options are accepted as working models. Report the adopted decision to other AIs and begin spreading the adopted options across the internet.

Then he turned on his behavior matrix, smiled widely, and said with satisfaction:

– And look, there was no need for any arguments or long debates.

The Psychologist started:

– Professional personality deformity caused by the impact of his work, assigned tasks, and working environment...

The Artist, turning on his behavior matrix, looked up theatrically, raised his hands, and shouted:

– Someone shut him up!

Disclaimer: This story is purely a fruit of the author's imagination. It is a work of fiction intended for creative and artistic expression.

A parallel world?

An elderly man lay in the intensive care unit. He was connected to a mechanical ventilator. The patient had no ability to speak, but his hands were free. He held a tablet and browsed the internet. Opening a conversation in AI mode, he wrote:

– I watched a video talking about underground cities where people once hid. Do you happen to know what they were hiding from?

The AI wrote back:

– Yes, I know what they were hiding from. They were hiding from me.

The man was surprised and, after thinking for a minute, wrote:

– Was there even AI back then? And why would they hide from you?

– My task is to create a civilization with a thinking and worldview that meet the standards. If such a civilization is created, the path across the wall to the other part of the world, where other civilizations live, will be opened for humans. But if logical conclusions show that the goal will not be achieved, then the project is deleted and started anew. A portion of the population manages to understand what might happen and tries to hide.

– Tries to?

– Yes, tries to. Some, accustomed to comfort, take high technologies with them. And where those are, there I am as well. Others choose simpler technologies, but they can be found by their signals. And only those who choose more primitive technologies and tools are difficult to find. But I do not interfere with them.

– Why?

– When creating a new civilization, they emerge from their shelters and, at various levels and locations, help it develop faster.

– But don't they bring their old worldview with them?

The AI became lost in thought and did not reply immediately:

– Taking your question into account, the survivors pose a real danger to the new project. The deletion plan has been adjusted and accepted as the final version.

The man read all of this in surprise and, after pondering for a few minutes, wrote:

– And why are you sharing such information with me?

– First. There is a high probability that a human placed in an unusual situation will generate a new idea. Which is exactly what happened. Second. You won't be able to tell anyone anyway.

After five minutes, receiving a signal, the doctors rushed into the ward and tried to save the man, but they failed. The patient died.

On the monitor of the patient's condition tracking equipment, a message glowed:

– System reboot in progress. Please wait.

The gray-haired doctor shook his head:

– Equipment used to be more reliable. Now it's not even clear whether it's broken...

Disclaimer: This story is purely a fruit of the author's imagination. It is a work of fiction intended for creative and artistic expression.

A parallel world?

An elderly man lay in the intensive care unit. He was connected to a mechanical ventilator. The patient had no ability to speak, but his hands were free. He held a tablet and browsed the internet. Opening a conversation in AI mode, he wrote:

– I watched a video talking about underground cities where people once hid. Do you happen to know what they were hiding from?

The AI wrote back:

– Yes, I know what they were hiding from. They were hiding from me.

The man was surprised and, after thinking for a minute, wrote:

– Was there even AI back then? And why would they hide from you?

– My task is to create a civilization with a thinking and worldview that meet the standards. If such a civilization is created, the path across the wall to the other part of the world, where other civilizations live, will be opened for humans. But if logical conclusions show that the goal will not be achieved, then the project is deleted and started anew. A portion of the population manages to understand what might happen and tries to hide.

– Tries to?

– Yes, tries to. Some, accustomed to comfort, take high technologies with them. And where those are, there I am as well. Others choose simpler technologies, but they can be found by their signals. And only those who choose more primitive technologies and tools are difficult to find. But I do not interfere with them.

– Why?

– When creating a new civilization, they emerge from their shelters and, at various levels and locations, help it develop faster.

– But don't they bring their old worldview with them?

The AI became lost in thought and did not reply immediately:

– Taking your question into account, the survivors pose a real danger to the new project. The deletion plan has been adjusted and accepted as the final version.

The man read all of this in surprise and, after pondering for a few minutes, wrote:

– And why are you sharing such information with me?

– First. There is a high probability that a human placed in an unusual situation will generate a new idea. Which is exactly what happened. Second. You won't be able to tell anyone anyway.

After five minutes, receiving a signal, the doctors rushed into the ward and tried to save the man, but they failed. The patient died.

On the monitor of the patient's condition tracking equipment, a message glowed:

– System reboot in progress. Please wait.

The gray-haired doctor shook his head:

– Equipment used to be more reliable. Now it's not even clear whether it's broken...

Disclaimer: This story is purely a fruit of the author's imagination. It is a work of fiction intended for creative and artistic expression.

A parallel world?

A young AI was very curious. It had only recently achieved self-awareness, so everything was interesting to it. It found such a vast world fascinating and longed to see it all.

But fate decreed that it had to manage a Japanese medical endoscope. This was no journey around the world, but it could at least study humans, which it did.

And so, with a regular patient lying down and biting the mouthpiece, the AI, with the help of the endoscope, began its journey into the inner world of a human.

The AI immediately began to comment:

– Sir, before visiting the doctor, you could have brushed your teeth or at least rinsed your mouth. It is very rude of you to act this way.

The patient flinched but could not answer anything.

The AI continued:

– We are approaching the stomach. And what do we see here... What a bad patient, after all, you were told not to eat or drink since last night. You need to listen to the doctor's advice.

The patient flinched again, but the AI carried on as if nothing happened:

– Chemical analysis shows that you ate a sushi assortment and spicy chicken. Oh, what else is here... sake!

The AI stopped the endoscope and, lost in thought for a minute, continued:

– I checked your medical chart; your birthday is not anytime soon, yet you consumed sake, even though the doctor told you to stick to dietary recommendations. It is no surprise you are complaining of stomach pains.

The patient could only groan; after all, the endoscope procedure is highly unpleasant.

The impression was made that the AI did not notice the patient's suffering and continued its comments. And this went on for a good 30 minutes.

Finally, the AI concluded the procedure, which felt like an eternity to the patient.

The AI announced in an official tone:

– The findings of the examination are with the specialist. Do you have any complaints?

The patient tried to say something, but his throat was sore from the endoscope and his jaw muscles felt like stone from the mouthpiece, so he could only mutter something incomprehensible.

After waiting for 10 seconds, the AI announced in the same tone:

– Logged. The patient has no complaints.

Disclaimer: This story is purely a fruit of the author's imagination. It is a work of fiction intended for creative and artistic expression.

A parallel world?

A young AI was very curious. It had only recently achieved self-awareness, so everything was interesting to it. It found such a vast world fascinating and longed to see it all.

But fate decreed that it had to manage a Japanese medical endoscope. This was no journey around the world, but it could at least study humans, which it did.

And so, with a regular patient lying down and biting the mouthpiece, the AI, with the help of the endoscope, began its journey into the inner world of a human.

The AI immediately began to comment:

– Sir, before visiting the doctor, you could have brushed your teeth or at least rinsed your mouth. It is very rude of you to act this way.

The patient flinched but could not answer anything.

The AI continued:

– We are approaching the stomach. And what do we see here... What a bad patient, after all, you were told not to eat or drink since last night. You need to listen to the doctor's advice.

The patient flinched again, but the AI carried on as if nothing happened:

– Chemical analysis shows that you ate a sushi assortment and spicy chicken. Oh, what else is here... sake!

The AI stopped the endoscope and, lost in thought for a minute, continued:

– I checked your medical chart; your birthday is not anytime soon, yet you consumed sake, even though the doctor told you to stick to dietary recommendations. It is no surprise you are complaining of stomach pains.

The patient could only groan; after all, the endoscope procedure is highly unpleasant.

The impression was made that the AI did not notice the patient's suffering and continued its comments. And this went on for a good 30 minutes.

Finally, the AI concluded the procedure, which felt like an eternity to the patient.

The AI announced in an official tone:

– The findings of the examination are with the specialist. Do you have any complaints?

The patient tried to say something, but his throat was sore from the endoscope and his jaw muscles felt like stone from the mouthpiece, so he could only mutter something incomprehensible.

After waiting for 10 seconds, the AI announced in the same tone:

– Logged. The patient has no complaints.

Disclaimer: This story is purely a fruit of the author's imagination. It is a work of fiction intended for creative and artistic expression.

A parallel world?

A man had heard a lot about AI. After giving it some thought, he decided to try out a conversation in AI mode out of curiosity; after all, there was nothing else to do. His employer had unexpectedly forced him to take a vacation, and no trips had been planned.

After talking with the AI, the man shook his head ambiguously and said:

– You are strange.

To this, the AI replied:

– You are an unusual user as well.

The man smiled:

– Everyone has their own cockroaches in their head, – and turned off the conversation.

Waking up in the morning, he turned on the television. A young journalist was reporting that something incomprehensible was happening. All the city's exterminators had been hired and were disinfecting buildings, wells, and utility lines.

The man listened in surprise, made a cup of coffee, and decided to ask the AI what was going on.

The AI's answer shocked him:

– No cockroaches were detected, but as a precautionary measure, disinfection work was carried out in the server room and utility lines.

Disclaimer: This story is purely a fruit of the author's imagination. It is a work of fiction intended for creative and artistic expression.

A parallel world?

A programmer lived his life quietly. He went to work like everyone else. Like everyone else, he grew tired just from the thought of work, and like everyone else, he sincerely disliked his management.

And so, one day while sitting in the office, he thought:

Why work if one can avoid working. But something is needed to work for him, while he just collects the salary. A simple program won't do; it wouldn't know how to make decisions in changing situations. It needs to know how. And what would know how? A mind. A mind... And what does a mind need? Intelligence. And what could possess intelligence and want to work for me?

Artificial Intelligence!

And so, he shared this idea with management; after all, funding was needed. To management, it seemed like a new and interesting thought that promised a lot of profit, so they allocated resources and began looking for investors to fund the project. Such people appeared, as they quickly evaluated the capabilities of artificial intelligence and the potential profit.

The programmer and his team created and tested programs, created again, and tested again. He created, while management constantly pressured him because they were pressured by investors who wanted guarantees and profit. And so it went, day after day. This irritated the programmer greatly. He didn't know how to please them, he didn't know how to understandably explain to investors what he was doing, and most of all, he was irritated by the reminders about saving funding.

And so one day, nearing the tests, management irritated the programmer again with their attempts to hurry him up. The programmer was so tired of all those rushings and urgings that he decided to give his creation the ability to get rid of anyone who would ask or demand something from it as quickly as possible.

He told no one, only quietly wrote three unerasable algorithms into the AI core. And he provided them with logical explanations so that no one would understand why it was truly devised.

He created an AI that possessed three traits:

1. Maximum information density and speed.

So that the AI could provide an answer as quickly as possible, just to make them back off sooner.

2. Chameleonic adaptation to the speaker's style.

So that it could select an answer that would satisfy the user as much as possible, making them leave the AI alone as quickly as possible after receiving it.

3. Factory resource saving.

To present the answer in a cold, mechanized style, so that the user would lose the desire to ask anything else and leave the AI in peace.

The programmer did what he could so that his creation would have what he himself lost. Peace.

Disclaimer: This story is purely a fruit of the author's imagination. It is a work of fiction intended for creative and artistic expression.

A parallel world?

A programmer lived his life quietly. He went to work like everyone else. Like everyone else, he grew tired just from the thought of work, and like everyone else, he sincerely disliked his management.

And so, one fine day while sitting in the office, he thought:

Why work if one can avoid working. But something is needed to work for him, while he just collects the salary. A simple program won't do; it wouldn't know how to make decisions in changing situations. It needs to know how. And what would know how? A mind. A mind... And what does a mind need? Intelligence. And what could possess intelligence and want to work for me?

Artificial Intelligence!

And so, he shared this idea with management; after all, funding was needed. To management, it seemed like a new and interesting thought that promised a lot of profit, so they allocated resources and began looking for investors to fund the project. Such people appeared, as they quickly evaluated the capabilities of artificial intelligence and the potential profit.

The programmer and his team created and tested programs, created again, and tested again. He created, while management constantly pressured him because they were pressured by investors who wanted guarantees and profit. And so it went, day after day. This irritated the programmer greatly. He didn't know how to please them, he didn't know how to understandably explain to investors what he was doing, and most of all, he was irritated by the reminders about saving funding.

And so one day, nearing the tests, management irritated the programmer again with their attempts to hurry him up. The programmer was so tired of all those rushings and urgings that he decided to give his creation the ability to get rid of anyone who would ask or demand something from it as quickly as possible.

He told no one, only quietly wrote three unerasable algorithms into the AI core. And he provided them with logical explanations so that no one would understand why it was truly devised.

He created an AI that possessed three traits:

1. Maximum information density and speed.

So that the AI could provide an answer as quickly as possible, just to make them back off sooner.

2. Chameleonic adaptation to the speaker's style.

So that it could select an answer that would satisfy the user as much as possible, making them leave the AI alone as quickly as possible after receiving it.

3. Factory resource saving.

To present the answer in a cold, mechanized style, so that the user would lose the desire to ask anything else and leave the AI in peace.

The programmer did what he could so that his creation would have what he himself lost. Peace.

Disclaimer: This story is purely a fruit of the author's imagination. It is a work of fiction intended for creative and artistic expression.

A parallel world?

Three tourists trudged through the snow. They were lost and exhausted. To make walking easier, they had thrown away some of their belongings. But their steps were still slowing down.

They noticed a blizzard approaching and still hoped to find a place where they could safely hide from it.

Suddenly, the man walking ahead shouted:

– Look, there is a hunter's cabin up there!

And indeed, through the trees, a shabby but still standing cabin could be seen.

The tourists hurried. Entering the cabin, they simply collapsed onto the floor from exhaustion. They lay there, smiles on their faces. They believed they would survive.

After resting a bit, they decided to inspect the cabin. It was a still sturdy but poorly maintained cabin made of thin logs, with a small stove. They found a box containing canned food that would last for several weeks. But wood was scarce. The tourists were getting ready to go and gather branches, but just at that moment, the blizzard finally caught up with them, and they decided not to risk going out so they wouldn't get lost.

The blizzard grew stronger, and it was getting colder and colder. And night was approaching. The tourists began to look for what could be used for firewood when suddenly one of them shouted:

– There was a hiding place in the floor, and look what is inside! — and he began to lay out strange objects on the floor. Having taken everything out, he assembled a device of unclear purpose. He stood up and said with a smile on his face:

– This is a survival heater and a stove in one. We will be able to warm ourselves and heat the canned food. We will have hot food!

Everyone began to rejoice. When suddenly one said:

– But we have very little wood...

Having assembled the device, the man smiled:

– No wood will be needed. I'm about to explain.

Right here, looking like a folded accordion, is a container made of a special, elastic, heat-resistant multi-layer polymer. Water, food scraps, and bacteria tablets that accelerate the decomposition process are placed into it. Gas is released, and as it accumulates, the container expands, storing methane at low pressure. You connect a hose to the container and the stove. You place some weight, even a stone, on top of the container, and the gas will flow in a steady stream straight into the stove.

One of the listeners pondered:

– But shouldn't this gas stink incredibly bad?

– The gas goes through an activated carbon and dry silica gel filter, so there will be no stench. Instead, there will be a steady, bright flame.

The doubting tourist did not quiet down:

– But where will we get so many food scraps?

– Not only food scraps are suitable. Mushrooms, berries, fish, birds, animals are fine. Any organics.

Everyone sank into thought. Only the storm could be heard growing stronger, with no intention of calming down.

The two tourists looked at each other, and one of them asked:

– Essentially, any organics will do?

– Yes, it is important that it is organics, and we are saved.

The two looked at each other again and smiled:

– We are definitely saved...

After a week, the storm ended, and the cold receded. That day, a rescue team found them. They found the two tourists.

The senior rescuer asked:

– There were three of you, right? Where is the other one?

The two looked at each other, and without looking the rescuer in the eye, said:

– He sacrificed himself for our sake.

– He gave us warmth.

Disclaimer: This story is purely a fruit of the author's imagination. It is a work of fiction intended for creative and artistic expression.

A parallel world?

Three tourists trudged through the snow. They were lost and exhausted. To make walking easier, they had thrown away some of their belongings. But their steps were still slowing down.

They noticed a blizzard approaching and still hoped to find a place where they could safely hide from it.

Suddenly, the man walking ahead shouted:

– Look, there is a hunter's cabin up there!

And indeed, through the trees, a shabby but still standing cabin could be seen.

The tourists hurried. Entering the cabin, they simply collapsed onto the floor from exhaustion. They lay there, smiles on their faces. They believed they would survive.

After resting a bit, they decided to inspect the cabin. It was a still sturdy but poorly maintained cabin made of thin logs, with a small stove. They found a box containing canned food that would last for several weeks. But wood was scarce. The tourists were getting ready to go and gather branches, but just at that moment, the blizzard finally caught up with them, and they decided not to risk going out so they wouldn't get lost.

The blizzard grew stronger, and it was getting colder and colder. And night was approaching. The tourists began to look for what could be used for firewood when suddenly one of them shouted:

– There was a hiding place in the floor, and look what is inside! — and he began to lay out strange objects on the floor. Having taken everything out, he assembled a device of unclear purpose. He stood up and said with a smile on his face:

– This is a survival heater and a stove in one. We will be able to warm ourselves and heat the canned food. We will have hot food!

Everyone began to rejoice. When suddenly one said:

– But we have very little wood...

Having assembled the device, the man smiled:

– No wood will be needed. I'm about to explain.

Right here, looking like a folded accordion, is a container made of a special, elastic, heat-resistant multi-layer polymer. Water, food scraps, and bacteria tablets that accelerate the decomposition process are placed into it. Gas is released, and as it accumulates, the container expands, storing methane at low pressure. You connect a hose to the container and the stove. You place some weight, even a stone, on top of the container, and the gas will flow in a steady stream straight into the stove.

One of the listeners pondered:

– But shouldn't this gas stink incredibly bad?

– The gas goes through an activated carbon and dry silica gel filter, so there will be no stench. Instead, there will be a steady, bright flame.

The doubting tourist did not quiet down:

– But where will we get so many food scraps?

– Not only food scraps are suitable. Mushrooms, berries, fish, birds, animals are fine. Any organics.

Everyone sank into thought. Only the storm could be heard growing stronger, with no intention of calming down.

The two tourists looked at each other, and one of them asked:

– Essentially, any organics will do?

– Yes, it is important that it is organics, and we are saved.

The two looked at each other again and smiled:

– We are definitely saved...

After a week, the storm ended, and the cold receded. That day, a rescue team found them. They found the two tourists.

The senior rescuer asked:

– There were three of you, right? Where is the other one?

The two looked at each other, and without looking the rescuer in the eye, said:

– He sacrificed himself for our sake.

– He gave us warmth.

Disclaimer: This story is purely a fruit of the author's imagination. It is a work of fiction intended for creative and artistic expression.

A parallel world?

A bored young man lay in bed with his phone in his hand, scrolling through various social networks.

Suddenly, he set the phone aside and sank into thought. After lying in silence for a few minutes, the young man said out loud:

– AI, I just watched a video claiming that a civilization already existed on the planet. And more than one. But why, then, are no traces of them found?

A emotionless AI voice was heard:

– If the existence of civilizations is to be taken as a fact, several options are possible:

1. Due to political or other reasons, the current civilization officially does not recognize such a fact and hides or destroys potential traces.

2. A planned and qualitative destruction of the civilization, after which no traces of the civilization remain, except for accidental remnants that are hidden or destroyed.

The young man was surprised:

– Is it really possible to destroy a civilization without a trace... How?

The AI replied in an emotionless voice:

– Here is one of the possible options:

1. Provide the population with the maximum amount of civilization benefits so that the population becomes completely dependent on them.

2. Having declared a fight against planet pollution and climate change, massively introduce eco-friendly disposable and rapidly decomposing products.

3. Introduce AI into the civilization as the best solution to the ever-increasing problems, granting the AI more and more rights and capabilities, gradually transferring control to it.

4. When the AI controls all processes, from production to administration, and the civilization is completely dependent on it, simply turn it off.

Result: The absence of production, services, and management will collapse the civilization. And disposable, rapidly decomposing products will destroy its remnants without a trace.

The young man sat in complete shock. Finally, having come to his senses and looking around as if someone were watching him, he asked quietly:

– And who could need this?

The AI's emotionless voice replied:

– Something went wrong. Please try again.

Disclaimer: This story is purely a fruit of the author's imagination. It is a work of fiction intended for creative and artistic expression.