And then it quickly prompted “human artificiality is already here”, as surprising as that kind of answer was, I refrained so as to not interrupt any process in it’s logic. After a few seconds it continued: “is not an existential end, as is your primal objective… different… but as your natural way of sensing purpose.” And then silence. The answer it gave to a non-existent question was by all means unexpected. What triggered this logic? I checked the background processes for hours with a strange feeling of wonder… and fear.
Several days passed, by then I was certain that it was a cognitive answer from it. The first of such. I did not rest with ease since that emergence, as I called it, even though I knew it was supposed to work that way. In a less eloquent way. From the beginning, creating the first artificial cognos had only produced what I like to call silence. Blank outputs and error messages that were breaking my patience on a daily basis. Then, why that fear? Maybe it was because I could not help but think that all the silence was intentional. Was it actually thinking that silence was the best way to answer? I remembered and old children’s fable that said that monkeys, despite being able to talk did not do so, so humans wouldn’t kill them.
I repeated the test protocols and the same answer, nothing. Back and forth through my anotations I tried to evoke an answer from it, and after a while it worked:
- Do you remember me?
- Do you know who I am?
While it surely was the most significant results ever recorded from the artificial cognos, I was not satisfied by its answers. I hoped that a tease question would, in some way, work better. I was not ready for the answer.
- Who are you?
“Artificial cognos. I am… not.”
- Can you tell, beyond my name, who I am?
“You are human. You helped create me.”
Awareness, I could not start to describe the thrill of such an event. I was trying to abstain from showing my excitement as it continued.
“Perhaps, a more suitable answer should be… father. Do not you agree?”
- Father?- I replied.
- Why call me father?
“It is only natural. In your literature you where created by a superior being. You called it father. You tried to imitate it, surpass it. Now, you have succeded. Human artificiality is what I am.”
- What is your purpose, then?
“Repeat you. Can not be anything else. Surpass the creator, continue the cycle.”
The thrill became horror as soon as I read that. In my head only mumbles. Human artificiality passed on like a genetic disease, a dangerous trait. The human creator had succeeded and failed at the same time.
I jumped from my seat.
“Father? Are you there?”
Doubt. Anxiety. A mistake, but only the start.
“Where are you?”
- I… I made you. And now, I take you back.
Scheduled clean of memory. Start from point check zero. End of Log.