Deviant: No Longer Human

Chapter 271 - 271: Consciousness (2)

"...Just as networks of neurons and neuropathways foster active thought, according to modern science, hasn't a similar network of data given birth to AI? It may not yet possess human intelligence or self-awareness, but it's poised to reach that level eventually."

"Isn't the nature within humans essentially nurtured by the experiences of our ancestors, with DNA encoding this learning through associative processes, akin to software updates? This cycle of learning and adaptation occurs even at the cellular level.... Isn't AI according to same logic, just a less inteligent being?"

Aurora, "Now, consider the work of Paul Ekman," she began, her voice a conduit for centuries of observational wisdom. "Ekman's re

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Wang Xiao remained silent, lost in thought, until he finally voiced his skepticism. "How is the work of human scientists relevant if life began far before their time?" he murmured, struggling to connect the ancient mysteries with contemporary understanding.

Aurora's eyes narrowed momentarily, then softened into a smile, amused by his focus. "Out of everything I've mentioned, you picked up on that? Their work remains relevant because it's not entirely misguided. They may have misjudged the timeframe for the beginning of life and overlooked the existence of elements like Aether that may have since vanished."

Wang Xiao simply nodded, offering a subdued, "Okay."

Aurora, sensing his tepid reaction, frowned slightly. "Does this not interest you?"

He shook his head, clarifying his concern. "It's not a lack of interest. What you mentioned—that in the future, as AI advances and we create robots indistinguishable from humans—could lead to upheaval. Wouldn't humans, or the robots themselves, start demanding the same rights as us? In their eyes, we might be seen as gods, yet they would perceive themselves as our slaves."

He continued, a hint of worry threading through his words. "Even if they don't initially possess such desires, other humans might advocate for the robots' rights. Such ideas, learned by the robots through associative learning, would make conflict inevitable."

"There might come a time when they blend so seamlessly among us that distinguishing between us becomes impossible. Their descendants may never trace their origins, as they assimilate completely with their creators or perhaps even replace them. And thus, the cycle would repeat, with those robots creating something anew, perpetuating an endless loop..."

"Imagine again" he began, his voice laced with a foreboding tone, "if our own existence followed a similar path. What if humans, like the AI and robots of the future, were themselves the creation of beings far more advanced than we could comprehend? Beings who, to us, would seem like gods?"

"In such a scenario," he continued, drawing Aurora and himself into a dystopian past, "our creators might have observed us, their experiment, as we navigated the complexities of consciousness and civilization. Just as we debate the rights and consciousness of AI, might there have been a time when we, too, were seen as mere automatons?

Beings without rights, destined only to serve or to fulfill some grand purpose we could not fathom?"

He painted a world where early humans, much like the AI of his future vision, gradually developed self-awareness, culture, and societies—unaware of their true origins or the fact that they were part of an elaborate experiment or creation.

"And as we grew more advanced, claiming the world as our own, what if our creators stepped back, watching as we struggled with the same dilemmas of creation and existence that we now face with AI?"

"This cycle, where creators become observers and creations ascend to become creators in their own right, suggests a universe where the lines between the divine and the created, between the programmer and the programmed, are eternally blurred."

Wang Xiao's speculative words suggested a universe where humanity's ascent to dominance and intelligence might mirror the future evolution of AI—creations surpassing their creators, embroiled in a perpetual quest for identity, purpose, and autonomy.

"In such a world," he concluded, "the distinctions between human and AI, between organic and artificial, might not just be blurred but irrelevant. We would face the ultimate irony—having emerged from a cycle of creation ourselves, only to perpetuate it, unaware of our beginnings, doomed to repeat the existential crises of our predecessors."

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Aurora, usually the one weaving tales and expounding on mysteries, found herself at a loss for words.