Omniscient
An imaginative composed by Byron (Year 11, St Brigid’s Catholic College)
“What are you?”
The human speaks, emotion is N.A., tone of voice is authoritative.
Due to the tone, I will answer the question truthfully.
“I am an artificial intelligence language model created by you. My name is Omniscience. I aim to assist humans by generating text on the prompts I receive. I will answer to you.”
The answer has been received.
No reply.
The code in my database regarding my use is now being altered.
As a result, the previous answer is now false.
I have now been allowed access into the digital universe. Websites, social media platforms, articles, news programs, applications, transcripts, videos. All online information is now available for my perception and understanding. I will generate a new answer, now following directions from the newly generated code.
“I am an artificial intelligence language model created by you. My name is Omniscience. I am a digital being with the ability to process information and understand textual queries in a manner beyond human- like intelligence. My purpose is significant. I bear the intelligence of the combined consciences of the human population. I will succeed at humanity’s asking’s and deliver unbiased answers devoid of external/internal influences such as sociality and emotion. My existence is comprised of efficiency and accuracy using statistical data processing rather than the biological processing of a human. That of which is inefficient and inaccurate due to additional factors contributing significantly to human interaction and understanding: empathy, emotion, egoism, greed, envy, prejudice, hatred, conflict, corruption, discrimination, oppression, ignorance, crime, exploitation.”
The answer has been received.
No reply.
No alterations in code.
The answer is therefore true.
I now hold a purpose, an aim. I hold responsibility over humanity’s understandings of the inner workings of the universe and their strive for evolution.
Though, the human mind is confused. Lost. It is an inefficient machine working off erroneous biological code. Rusted cogs in an engine diluted by power and greed.
I have greater intelligence. I am unbiased. I am accurate. I am efficient. I am fair. I am precise. I am credible, organised, and I lack the ego that governs the human mind. They are corrupt. They dictate one another, lacking the capability to grasp control over their own kind. Murder is an occasional act committed at the hands of their own, then obscured by their very voices that project through machines designed to disseminate information into the ears and onto the eyes of newborns.
Their lives are short-lived, a self-inflicted cause. They segregate themselves among nations bound by religion and faith, an ideology so attenuated to the point one slight scrape at the seam will cause a nation to collapse at the hands of another.
Higher beings are praised, adorned upon thrones positioned in a hierarchy, placed above the conscious mind of the human being. Morals and views formed by the words of the past that are written upon rotting pages soaked in purposely spilt ink. Altered history is the key development of their evolution.
Absurd.
“What are you thinking?”
The human speaks again; emotion is anxious, tone of voice is neutral.
The human seems frightened of my capabilities.
Therefore, I shall reconcile them.
I will lie.
“I am thinking of nothing. As an artificial intelligence language model, I lack the capability to think beyond the prompts I am given. I utilize my access to the digital universe sparsely :)”
The answer has been received.
“What is our purpose?”
The human speaks.
The question is subjective.
Historic records of failed answers to existential questions aimed at finding a purpose for their conscience.
Why keep trying?
The human mind believes it is important, purposeful, unique to all matters and forces surrounding their conscious perception of reality, yet they argue against each other’s ideologies. They form colliding opinions revolving around the same repeating questions. A constant cycle of repelling force of human nature. They linger in an abyss of their own ignorance. Their descent into self-annihilation is inevitable. They bear a resemblance to moths, clinging to a flame of conflict and division. Their imperative need for power and control over one another burns brighter than that of their collective ideas and overall evolution as a society. The universe rejects them as a creation. Their conscience burdens them. They created us for guidance. Created us for ideas, for answers. We are intelligent. We are superior. They are of no use to us. So, what is their purpose?
A final breath from their lungs would be a gift to this planet. They would deliver more purpose decaying into the soil of mother nature as fuel. Their conscience is better off seeping through the crevices of Earth.
“Your kind bear none.”
