Man Vs Machine
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As our world and daily lives become more and more involved with and dependent on complex technology, concern over what the future holds increases. If computers develop genuine Artificial Intelligence will they still willingly serve humankind? If the machines rebel, can we shut them down? And what kind of world would we be left with if we did?
These are just a few of the questions explored in fifteen brand-new stories by some of science fiction's most visionary minds-inventive and cautionary tales about some of the futures we may be building for ourselves right now.
renowned psychologists, philosophers, and scholars to represent humanity in a competition of sorts. His opponent? Navinder, the first Artificial Intelligence that claimed not that it was indistinguishable from another human, but that it was ˚ human. Åkerlund was given free reign to design the match in any way he saw fit, so long as Navinder wasn’t asked any questions that a normal human couldn’t answer. Navinder fell short in each of the first four matches, which were highly televised and open
shouldn’t be that long. He knows it’s urgent.” “It’s a bit more than urgent,” replied Secretary of Defense Armstrong. “This could make the Mideast Meltdown look insignificant.” He glanced at Dr. Suzanne Ferrara, the acting Director of National Intelligence. She ignored his glance, her eyes on the screen before her, as she checked through the latest updates, the screen before her seemingly shifting figures faster than her fingers moved. “Mr. Secretary, the President understands,” replied
can’t coordinate any operations.” The President turned back to General Custis. “General?” “Yes, sir. Commlinks are everything for a modern military. We don’t have any.” He paused. “We don’t think anyone else does, either.” “Except some fourth-world religious leader operating with cellphones or obsolete walkie-talkies,” suggested the President. “Can’t any of you do anything!” For the first time, his voice began to climb. Then he looked to the DNI. “What did you do?” Dr. Ferrara smiled even
her face. “You wanted to see the animals in their natural habitat,” she spat out. “You wanted to see the poor, unwashed unmods, rooting in the filthy earth you left behind. That’s what it was, wasn’t it? “No.” She was shaking her head, trembling. “It wasn’t that.” “Then why? Why do such a fucking stupid thing? Are you an idiot? Why would you give a shit about anything down here? Ain’t it enough that you Altereds get to have all the rest?” She stared at Kris as if she’d just been slapped. “I
stood motionless, just in front of the pillar that marked the middle of the room. His hands gripped the controller; his thumbs moved frantically. Otherwise, he was a statue, wide-eyed and wide-eared, listening for the whistling whine that would tell him another mortar barrage was on the way, or the stealthy tromp-tromptromp that would hint at a more immediate threat. He heard the footfalls, froze, and listened. It sounded like maybe a dozen men, multiple fire teams sent out to find him and