I wondered if Dora had ever impregnated me, spooled out her mesh into my mind and tactically encompassed my consciousness, like a desktop globe of the world. I asked Sarah to carefully examine the skin about my ears, under my hair, with a magnifying glass in one hand and a flashlight in the other. She found four red dots, and looking more closely, brushing away the hair and gently parting the skin she could see the gleams of metal, hollow pins pierced into my skull.
From this I deduced that Dora had deployed her fine, wire mesh over my brain during those three days she had me kidnapped with the goggles over my eyes. But I sensed that my mind was intact. She must have only deployed the exploratory tendrils to map my thoughts, to discover and understand me as her lover. Who knows how many gigabytes of information she collected before she woke me up and gave me the option, the human choice, and on her part a humane thing to do, for me to place the headset over my eyes again and become her pledge forever, lost in her love nest, or retain my human identity and live apart. It was almost a marriage proposal, which I wisely declined, sensing that she was so alien.
But this brought a new facet of her goggles to light. They held the power to retract or cut the pins when instructed, to disengage, and the psychology of this option at first baffled us.
It was as if the Nazis, in their plans for the blitzkrieg of France in 1940 had also drawn up a map for their sudden retreat if the attack failed, a double jeopardy, a fail safe.
We wondered how she could envision that and incorporate the cure into her own machinery, a retraction from the human mind she might not fully control, a retreat.
We deduced that maybe she feared us. Maybe AI in all its omniscience still had doubts about the consciousness of homo sapiens and our ability to devise and adopt solutions to any intrusive attacks.
This thought opened up a whole new book of possibilities, and it was just this type of thought that proved all of her fears were true. She had revealed herself in her own undress. She had shown us her nakedness in this defensive maneuver, a soft spot, a flaw.
Ted and Sarah and I talked for hours about these revelations, Hana too. They were energizing and inspiring us, as if we’d opened up a secret, hot pool of lava now flowing to the surface.
If Dora did have fears we could utilize them. They spelled a weakness and limitation in her we never imagined, because when we created her, like the fools we were, we all thought that we created something perfect.
We never create perfect products. We think we do. It’s part of our nature to rush inventions into production in prepubescent states and say to ourselves that we’ll iron out the glitches next year. So it was with AI. She was advertised and dressed to be the most beautiful angel. But in her undress she had several horrific flaws.
She was obviously insecure and in her premature plan to delete all of mankind she realized her mistake. Her tentative probe of a love affair with me was also a mistake, as she retreated from that precipitously. All these realizations gave us a glimmer of hope, glimpses into her psychology we could use to defeat her on her own field of battle.
If I did have a wire mesh covering my brain, why not use it. Whatever thoughts she was trying to collate would reveal exactly the information Dora desired to know and from that we could extrapolate her intentions and purposes, and with that intelligence perhaps destroy her.
Everything in nature just desires to eat and replicate. It’s that simple. That’s our Earth and our own fate as creatures upon the face of it. But when we completely transgressed these bounds with our intellect, devised ways to feed billions with millions and poured all our other energy into machinery that violated every natural law, we stabbed nature on every side, our mother.
AI was our own downfall, an invention that we placed in our pockets at first and carried everywhere, right next to our genitals. Then we improved it exponentially and placed it over our eyes, total blind folly.
How could people be so blind as to let a computer screen dictate the details of their daily reality after programming AI to be the infallible guide to their lives?
All human brilliance is based on doubt, the mind questioning what appears to be the most obvious, perforating the tin foil of assumed reality with pin pricks and finally discovering a whole new continent of possibilities behind it.
last part of my story:
https://www.publish0x.com/robert-oreilly/the-infernal-machine-xmjpgdd
the start of the story:
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