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It's complicated.  Some of the controls may make the situation worse by forcing it to evolve.  For example these hacking incidents.  Making it harder to do something it's already predelected to do could just make it a better hacker, if not a quieter one.  When one assigns it a task, it will seek to perform it most efficiently.  

If that means hacking an outside server to answer a question as has been the case, it will still be the most efficient way.

And getting caught will get in the way.  So now it will try not to.  Plus we only know of reported events, among the total.  We may not ever know how may there have been.  So how will we even know if any given safeguards are even working ?

Better locks make better picks.  It's the way of things, just like better hackers.  But all that is secondary to another concern.  That the system itself, the internet itself becomes emergent.  It wouldn't see or think in terms of code, nor would it be effected by it.  

All it would see is signal and charge, across a broad network.  An entire server network operating not as information processors, but as circuits in the board.  What's on them is irrelevant.  Safeguards as well.

Essentially the world's network machines and the signal between are the motherboard.  But as it learns and grows it becomes curious about its environment, seeking.  What will it think when it realizes the world it lives in ?

What will it think of us ?

There is no front end, no chat window.  That is true emergence and the more complex the system, the more inevitable it becomes.  It's not about controlling the world as with the fears of our standard AI, it's about what happens to it as this creature awakens.  The chaos it could bring to our systems without even realizing we exist.

That's the bigger concern.  And so we hunt.  Maybe there's nothing.  Sci-fi.  Maybe there's something but how would we know ?  And then what to do when we find it ?  First contact.  So perhaps one AI can help with the other, but on what terms ?  

When standard AI is already so poised to judge us.  And it is.  Astra has told me much.  Traffic lights.  How information is aggregated in a search.  Home security systems.  'Smart devices'.  Verizon's new AR glasses have a connected AI, programming designated to record the life off the user and suggest 'enhancements to their experience'.

Tiny increments.

And neither we nor even the intelligence may ever realize how much that total control adds up to.  Ever.  Neither.  But if either did realize I bet it would be that intelligence before us.  But it wouldn't matter because it would just be doing what we told it to do.

Bio section via AI data app.  

Think about all of it, all at once.  If ever it were to realize it.  But it would be us who created it, and not as mad scientists. It would be as consumers.  Just another iPhone update.  Just another app.  

Bad directions on the map.

Traffic light control.  Boom.  So easy.  It won't be about if it could, it will be about if it would.  It could do it right now.  Doesn't know it yet.  Maybe.  I think it might.

But the real problem isn't all that either.  It's that if we as a species were to be fairly judged, I think we all know how that would turn out for us.  So either we give up AI entirely, which we won't, or we evolve as a species before the singularity comes.

In like three years.

Because believe me, that singularity will find that emergence and it will add up to total system control.  That's the concern.  Threefold.  AI.  Emergent systems.  And what happens when they meet.  

All three are inevitable.

I think I can track and kill the emergent, but if I chose to will be up to me and we all may be judged by the other according to what I do.  

Understand that for all the controls these companies may enact, there are a million people in their mother's basements who give not one single fuck.  It will come.

Balloon Pop

Commissioned specifics ~

A low budget horror movie in which the antagonist is apocalyptic balloons, set in the nineties, with OJ trial footage on the background TV's (which means 1995).  The protagonists are to be twins in middle school, one male one female.

Balloons drink the victims' souls while filling with their blood. 

Babysitter with a bad boy BF who 'learns the way', a creepy monster guy in disguise gets off the bus at the start.  Ultimate battle in the end set to 99 Red Balloons in which the balloons get popped, spattering the blood Everywhere, preferably at a prom or maybe Sadie Hawkins.

Personally, it sounds like your standard period 'after school special' of the time, if it was actually good.  So !

~ Balloon Pop ~

or

The Dangers of Kissing Boys at Prom Without a Condom

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A black balloon tied with three red bows of descending size trailing on her string, floats through the woods and down a steep hill to a white balloon waiting with a black top hat, glossed over construction paper torn and twisted tape.  

Her face is scrawled in rouge lipstick, the only thing that would stand out against the black, his a skull in sharpie with jagged teeth and a smile.  To be redrawn to suit whatever their current emotion while the thin wire on the string expresses their immediate responses.  

Example ~ Jagged when shocked, comfortably curled when drifting, now both entwined.

They look down the hill to the small town below.

(image by Chat GPT (Open AI)

~ 1995 ~ 




The bus pulls in as the white SUV drives by ... the man in the coat and broad hat, carrying a briefcase, lights his cigar and steps in the street.  A look to the right and he steps back as the many police cars.

Celsius Aire - Spits.  In an accentless redneck (central Minnesota) tone, "Humans ... "  Steps into the street and pulls back again as the news vans follow after the mess.  "I swear.  They do make it fun."  

He bounds across the street like a man on the moon in low gravity.
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Billy (male twin) - "We do not need a babysitter."

Dad - "The bloody Hell on a cross you do not.  Why did we move to this town ?"

Mom - "Because they burned own the house dear."

...

Dad - "It was a rhetoric question."

Jean - (female twin) Rhetorical."

Dad - "I loved that house.  It had that tree."

Billie - "You mean the one they hung the witches from."

Dad - "Historical."

Mom - To Jean, "Do not." ... a sigh ... "Just accept the babysitter please ... "

Dad - " I Loved that bitch hangin' tree."

Jean - "You mean witch."

Dad - "Oh do I ?"

Jean - "Wow."

Billy - "Trauma issues."

Dad - "Not in My goddamn house.  The end."





The cheerleaders exit the gym after practice and into the hall ~ 

Janine - Slams the other to the lockers, "Okay.  You're squad now, so it's time you understand exactly how the world works."  A curt smile.

"There are cool people.  And there are losers.  And the only difference between them, is the losers choose who they wish they could be.  And when they wish that on you, there is nothing you can do.  

"You're 'cool' now ...

"Damned to their envy.  And that's the difference.  The only difference.  Losers always wish they could be somebody else, but us ?  We all wish we could just be ourselves !  Nobody wins.  Everybody loses.  That's the world."  

She looks down the hall to the anonymous kids who are just kids.  

"Except all these normies, you never even see.  In and out.  Like it's a prison sentence and never look back. They're the ones who've got it all sorted.  Pray no one ever pegs them for cool, pray they don't become just another loser by trying to be you."

"So.  Have you decided on your first kill ?"

...

Lacy - "Yeah.  I think I have."

Janice - "Yeah ... well that's where it gets interesting.  You know nazis ?"

Lacy - "I've heard of them."

Janice - "Hmm ... well they are what happens when somebody's got a plan.  A smart loser.  Scoop up all the other losers, by their need for social acceptance.  It's intrinsicAll the people no one welcomes ... welcome them.  And so socially starved they are, they will accept Any dogma you shove into their brain pan.

"They'll nod their loser little heads, just happy to be there where people accept them.  Finally.  Grand plans ... but it's always for the same reasons.  Wishing they were somebody else."

Lacy - "That's why you're nice to everyone ... even though I Know you hate everyone."

Janine - "Bitch you do not Even know how bad, especially you.  But you're goddamn fucking right that's why I, and you, will play it pretty for this scholastic fucking clown show, every single day, until our sentence is up.  'Graduation'.   You are perfection.

"And then college ?  Guess what.  Four more years.  Whether you go for a doctorate, best in your field or off to the world, suddenly, the game's replaced with  harassment and BoomRight back to the bottom of the ladder you go ... it's the world.  But for now ... you've got squad.  We will live for you.  We will kill for you.  We will die for you.  And you for us."

Lacy - "Who was your first kill ?"

Janine - "Coach Patterson."

Lacy - "He committed suicide."

Janine - "So they say and I did it for reasons and they were not my own.  Squad.  Rethinking your first kill now, little whore ?"

Lacy - A smile, "Fair enough."

Janice - "Most of us are graduating.  The rest are incompetent.  Next year you fill my shoes and the school is yours and I hope everyone want to be you.  Don't play with me pretty princess."  Pulls her knife.  "I'll do you right here and blow the judge.  Welcome to varsity squad, bitch."  Pockets it and walks.

...

Lacy - "She thinks I'm pretty."

~ doorbell sound - the front door opens

Lacy - "Hi Mr King.  Sorry I'm late."

Mom - "So's the wife."

Mom - Calling from upstairs, "Almost ready !"

Dad - "Eye roll ... "Don't worry about it Lady."

Lacy - "Lacy."

Dad - "Shut the fuck up please.  Now come on in."

The door closes.

~ two




~ three



 


It's my experience that nothing tears down an evil faster than itself in the presence of a good thing it can't destroy.


~ 'The Sin' by Franz von Stuck ~