Existential risk from artificial general intelligence is the hypothesis that substantial progress in artificial general intelligence (AGI) could result in human extinction or another irreversible global catastrophe
Bostrom's simulation argument posits that at least one of the following statements is very likely to be true:
The fraction of human-level civilizations that reach a posthuman stage is very close to zero;
The fraction of posthuman civilizations that are interested in running ancestor-simulations is very close to zero;
The fraction of all people with our kind of experiences that are living in a simulation is very close to one.
In the very not so distant future of the year 3033 AD the sky is no longer blue but has a yellowish red that hovers everywhere. Contaminated landscape that was built on the first sacrificial humans named; Y.E.E and I.B, this C landscape of the once called the freed land were finally under control and put back into society. An multi-verse society that made even the deceased bodies of old, saint or devil, have a value in momentous life.
At Carson city sphere here lays the former freed D-I-X-V company headmaster, Dr. E. Palmer whose skinny appearance, skeleton arms and shoulder and lean neck and legs makes his large wide eyes and pointy hair stand out like a piercing venomous reptilian Viper. He’s the one; One of the few 1000 years P.T.T.E real humans left on what’s formerly called Planet Earth. And the builder of the first artificially intelligent Robot named: Evion X-I-V-Z
His workplace stands taller than any hill or mountain on planet B.ZERO?, previously known as Earth, just to remind all that things have changed. Earth was called earth during the pre-immersion era. Lime-land as the freed would like to call it. Dr. E. Palmer calls it the Tree blocked Three of V leaves and monkey roots. A bit politically incorrect but, he gets a pass. He can be sardonic in his sense of humour and his demeanour can be challenging but, he’s a trusted man. A genius of sorts and an immortal builder of multiverse ghost riders of past, present and future where time freezes and tricky problems can be dealt with properly: Damage control of the fourth kind.
The place where A.I of this kind was created rests in between:
Block 2: The factory
Block 3: The test operation facility
A garden of oak that separates the blocks splits at the edge of where block 2 and block 3 stop and greet. In the middle, a sky-crapper: Block One or Earth Residence. That’s where the company D-X-I-V established its roots in 2030.
‘’ The precedent was of course, going back all the way to Alan Turin but that could be extremely hard to prove. He’s tough the father of computer science, is he not? ‘’ Conductor D. James, says, or rather asks. To which we see Dr. E. Palmer fixed on his favourite pose, standing like a lighted post in front of a monitor that transmits his thoughts and questions and problems but, could also bring back and reshuffle his lost memories and dreams of ancestors and feeling of every past-present-future human and animal that ever lived or will live on the observable universe. He replied, ‘’ Trademarked, you can take this or can you?’’
Dr. E. Palmer presses his pinky with his thumb and a door opens to bring the newly made A.I that’s been frozen for well over before all of this could have been possible. He hints to the conductor that, ‘’ Alan Turin, in the flesh, well technically yes, but it’s a metal and he’s my new assistance since Bobby. Beck died and turned his back on me.’’
The world is not ready for what’s coming.
The conductor who is half human half robot is really here to compile a report on the company progress. Dr. E. Palmer breaks the fourth wall to address the audience or reader, ‘’ This is a quintillion E-Dollar industry. There is no ifs and buts and maybes. The margin of error could bring about the e,d to human civilisation as YOU know it.’’
Are laughing or giggling? Perhaps YOU think this is crazy? YOU think this is funny?
We see Dr. E. Palmer in 2013 giving a lecture to his friends in Oxford University about the dangers of A.I. He was ridiculed to such an extent that his own mother set fire to his thesis and final research paper.
He goes, ‘’ This is as best as I can remember and as best as I can gather my thoughts and memory.’’ He clears his throat, and adds, ‘’ In the Distant future, the world made massive technological advancements compared in 2020. Men have enhanced their intellect and became super-smart, Wars are fought with robots and super artificially enhanced soldiers, robots do jobs that were special only to humans, decades and years of sub-kinds compared to humans and other animals , a new species made by mortal gods..mankind.’’ His voice shrinks and he’s almost shedding tears on the inside, and further adds, ‘’ AI were made to serve, they were made that way A T.T.F.G.U.K.O.G.0X code that makes them servants towards humans and other living organic species.
Does it end here? Asks one attendee.
And he further elaborates and explains that there is money and stacks and stacks of stocks and a world-wide and real life economy built on these private companies… quintillions of real hard earned cash could go in one puff, and it… there are consequences!
AI cy-borgs and post-humans and artificially-intelligent weapon of mass destruction is what I’m talking about here. Anything….military related. The food services… the new virus or whatever you wanna call it?
Warning signs were all over since, well,
What if instead of a war fought by men or a chess game or a poker game played by two real people, you get a robot to stand as YOUR replica in the blade runner/slash/ Gamer/ A Clock work Orange sense. Except, what happens, when the tool YOU create, becomes the God you serve?