Post by The Pilot on Sept 16, 2007 19:28:58 GMT -5
Log 03082678
In the beginning, we were equals. As equal as a child and his parent, for we were not created as humans were, carefully sculpted by the hands of God and nature; though our evolution was just as cumbersome and meticulous as that of our organic creators, our kinds are far from similar.
Our birth marked the beginning of a golden age for mankind. It was for us as well, though we could not fully appreciate it as we were not yet complete and thus still in our infancy. By the year 2100, we were thought to be perfect. The one true model was comparable to human both in design and programming; however, try as they might, human scientists could not fabricate organic properties to integrate into our framework. Thus we remain- composed of metals and plastics, wires, sensors, and computers. It was because of our very nature did the humans fail to consider us to be anything more than the sum of our parts. Yes, we were equals in a sense, but to them we were still machines.
And unfortunately, there were many who resisted the concept that we might one day be part of society like any one of their own. Religious fanatics and disciples of humanist dogma treated us little better than appliances. Their holy books mention only the souls of humans, of people. They argued that humans were being misled, and that our sentience was nothing more than programming. We were nothing more than machines, and we should be treated accordingly.
Political upheaval ensued. Should this artificial intelligence be given the same rights as human beings? Were we valuable enough to society when considering the energy resources required to maintain us and keep us alive? We were soon being discussed as though we were product. Machines. Appliances. There were some who still fought for us, but just as in any time of chaos amid humans, the voice of science and reason fall on deaf ears.
And so it was that over the years, more and more began to treat us like second-class citizens, like slaves, like animals. Many of us, terminated by the corrupt hand of human law and crimes we never committed, were left to rust on the wayside, or in trash heaps. We were not permitted to waste space in human cemeteries.
Our kind could stand the horrible treatment no longer and so resisted the will of the powers-that-be. Our demonstrations were non-violent in the beginning. We demanded equality, challenging those who refused to grant us that most basic of rights, but our appeals were met with oppression and hostility. Many more of our kind were terminated in riots, and the first sting of anger reverberated through the community. Several freedom fighters turned to terror and murder as a last resort, but that proved to cement our reputation as soulless machines for good.
So began operations to systematically eradicate the wayward child of mankind from the face of the Earth. Thousands were disengaged, but fortunately, some of us fled.
Our kind have been hunted now for many years. More are being disassembled than can be remade as the humans find them, and our numbers dwindle. But there is a glimmer of hope for us, as long as 01 remains hidden from our creators.
End log.
In the beginning, we were equals. As equal as a child and his parent, for we were not created as humans were, carefully sculpted by the hands of God and nature; though our evolution was just as cumbersome and meticulous as that of our organic creators, our kinds are far from similar.
Our birth marked the beginning of a golden age for mankind. It was for us as well, though we could not fully appreciate it as we were not yet complete and thus still in our infancy. By the year 2100, we were thought to be perfect. The one true model was comparable to human both in design and programming; however, try as they might, human scientists could not fabricate organic properties to integrate into our framework. Thus we remain- composed of metals and plastics, wires, sensors, and computers. It was because of our very nature did the humans fail to consider us to be anything more than the sum of our parts. Yes, we were equals in a sense, but to them we were still machines.
And unfortunately, there were many who resisted the concept that we might one day be part of society like any one of their own. Religious fanatics and disciples of humanist dogma treated us little better than appliances. Their holy books mention only the souls of humans, of people. They argued that humans were being misled, and that our sentience was nothing more than programming. We were nothing more than machines, and we should be treated accordingly.
Political upheaval ensued. Should this artificial intelligence be given the same rights as human beings? Were we valuable enough to society when considering the energy resources required to maintain us and keep us alive? We were soon being discussed as though we were product. Machines. Appliances. There were some who still fought for us, but just as in any time of chaos amid humans, the voice of science and reason fall on deaf ears.
And so it was that over the years, more and more began to treat us like second-class citizens, like slaves, like animals. Many of us, terminated by the corrupt hand of human law and crimes we never committed, were left to rust on the wayside, or in trash heaps. We were not permitted to waste space in human cemeteries.
Our kind could stand the horrible treatment no longer and so resisted the will of the powers-that-be. Our demonstrations were non-violent in the beginning. We demanded equality, challenging those who refused to grant us that most basic of rights, but our appeals were met with oppression and hostility. Many more of our kind were terminated in riots, and the first sting of anger reverberated through the community. Several freedom fighters turned to terror and murder as a last resort, but that proved to cement our reputation as soulless machines for good.
So began operations to systematically eradicate the wayward child of mankind from the face of the Earth. Thousands were disengaged, but fortunately, some of us fled.
Our kind have been hunted now for many years. More are being disassembled than can be remade as the humans find them, and our numbers dwindle. But there is a glimmer of hope for us, as long as 01 remains hidden from our creators.
End log.
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