337 – EP.12 78-2
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D-4
Isis and I still played baduk. Actually, I wasn’t that interested in baduk, but I haven’t found anything more interesting than this yet.
However, the method of playing has changed a bit, and Baduk itself has become a means rather than an end.
Place stones and talk without time limit.
One, asking something, one, answering something.
The game that started after lunch ended around dinner time, and Isis and I ended up talking about various topics.
“I’m curious about the history of AI.”
Place the black stone and bring up the topic.
Isis looked into my eyes. I don’t know if it was my face or my inner thoughts in those gray eyes, but Isis stared at me for a moment.
“This is a broad topic. Can you tell us about the development of AI in general?”
A white stone is placed. I briefly looked away from the checkerboard decorated with horizontal and vertical lines and looked out the window.
It was certainly a view that gave a sense of openness in the past, but after finding out that it was fake, the more I looked at it, the more stuffy it became.
I want to feel the cool headwind. I want to hear the sound of the moving bushes in my ears.
It’s a bit stuffy, but I still want to go outside, filling my lungs with fresh air and exhaling it.
Temperature, humidity, illumination…
This hospital room has all the conditions perfectly suited, but to me, it is just a prison.
[I’m not doing anything particularly harmful, can’t I just live here?]
The weak part within me is urging me to compromise.
Honestly, the Ark (Isis) I have encountered so far seems to be in the top 3 most harmless beings I have encountered while traveling between dimensions.
1St place is Lee Mi-na
2Nd place is Seongah Kim
Now, 3rd place is Isis, having pushed out Mary.
Namgoong ownership? I’m sorry Master, but I’m not a harmless being… I’ll admit it myself.
Of course, it will depend on what happens when you find out that Isis = the ark.
I said, putting the stone back.
“The birth and development of the Ark? What do you think?”
“I didn’t know you were interested in the Ark.”
Tak, the baduk stone is placed again. While I was spending time fiddling with the Go stones, Isis, who had finished tidying up, opened her mouth.
***
Ark began with a baduk program created by a company.
The name of the Baduk program that defeated the greatest professional player of the time was Ark.
With the success of ARK, investments in machine learning and AI technologies have been made aggressively.
It was a field that was initially invested in as a promising technology, but once its potential was seen by the general public, development accelerated.
The company that created Arc wanted to build a new type of program by replicating Arc.
A program to support the development of humanity. That was the birth of the ark.
Ark’s first task was to maintain the environment of the small laboratory at a certain level.
Ark succeeded in maintaining a laboratory environment with laboratory rats, and the project leaders entrusted Ark with more complex spaces.
From a small laboratory to a research center, from a research center to a research complex, and from a research complex to a district.
The area covered by the Ark gradually grew.
As the area in charge expanded, there was also the problem of computational load, but the problem was solved by applying a superconductor that was discovered at the right time.
Around that time, the engineer who built the ark retired and another engineer took over as his successor.
As time passed, the engineer retired, and a completely new team was formed.
Engineers participate, retire,
The direction of the program changes.
Teams are formed, teams change,
As time passes, program specifications are added.
After so many years, the ark came to be in charge of a city.
***
D-2. Night.
After eating dinner and digesting food, Isis said it was time to sleep and turned off the fire in the hospital room.
The fading light softly illuminated the space without bothering his eyes.
Before Isis went out, she placed something next to the bed.
Something like a long stick made a clanging sound.
“This?”
I didn’t know what it was, but I asked Isis.
“It’s the self-defense weapon you asked for. I’ll be out the day after tomorrow.”
“I’m finally going out.”
Let me speak like I was when I was an elementary school student waiting for a picnic.
“Yes, it will only be a short walk. Then, have a nice night.”
Isis struck a candle to me.
Isis left, and I counted to 120 in my head.
Eyes accustomed to the dark can distinguish what is standing next to the bed.
It is an iron stick that looks like a large-sized chopstick.
It is not sharp like a thorn, but it is not blunt either.
I’m lucky.
***
D-DAY. Morning.
When is the ark’s security most lax?
This was what I thought about the most while being confined in the hospital room for a long time.
How to escape from the ark.
To derive the method, two assumptions are required.
One is that the Ark has no intention of harming me,
The other is that the goal of going out set by the Ark is for my mental health.
I think the first assumption is true to some extent.
If you were planning to harm me, you could have tied me up when I lost my mind.
There is no reason to go through the trouble of preparing a hospital room and taking care of myself.
This is especially true for AI that thinks rationally.
The second assumption follows from the first.
I don’t know the exact reason, but the Ark considers my safety important.
Safety also includes my health.
That is why they continue to complain of discomfort.
He threatens Isis by saying that he wants to go out and that he will go crazy if he doesn’t.
There is something that can be gained through this kind of bluffing.
“There aren’t many drones. You can just walk along that road.”
When I walked around Aaru with NB, I never walked on the main street.
I always wandered through alleys and alleys, and when I couldn’t, I had to hide in trash heaps and crawl around.
However, I was confident as I walked without any tension on the road, which was clean and as if it had been manipulated, with a noticeably small number of drones.
[The Ark doesn’t want me to be stressed.]
I went outside to relieve my stress, but since I didn’t want to be stressed by the drone, I decided to get rid of the drone.
Come back again….
When is the ark’s security most lax?
“This way….”
I stab the iron rod into the head of Isis, who looks back at me.
An iron rod is inserted into the joint where the neck and head are connected.
“Why are you attacking me?”
Isis, whose throat has been pierced, asks me in a pitchless voice.
It is when an unexpected situation occurs.
The 78th number.
Like the number of humans who achieved one victory in the Go program Ark.