Behind the Green Door

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I’m guessing this is where we get to that very touchy subject of artificial intelligence.

It seems a coincidence that my granddaughter is planning to study robotic engineering at university, and no, it’s not because I asked her so that writing this story would be any easier.

As much as she was thinking of studying astro physics about the same time I started writing my space travel story, and just one sort of discussion about space flight and whether or not we could travel at or faster than the speed of light, is the difference between fact-based and science fiction. No, we can’t travel faster than the speed of light, which is why it takes so long to get anywhere.

But, back to robotics.

I am very mindful of the scariness of Terminator and the fact that if we make robots self-aware, and self-learning, they will want to get rid of us.

I want to have a robot that can learn and be the best form of itself, but conversely, because we flawed humans are the ones programming them, they inherit all of our flaws.

I am also mindful of the robots in Blade Runner, and the fact they were built to be super soldiers and prostitutes (pleasure models to be polite) and it’s hard not to believe if we were creating life-like robots that this is what we would do.

Is it possible we could live in a world where people don;t think like that?

No.

But Miranda is supposed to be more than just that.

She has feelings. She is logical, but also whimsical. She can also lie.

Michael could also get to like her if he could stop trying to keep one step ahead.

And the piece I just wrote, well, it makes me want to think there’s hope, but, again, in reality, people are people and they don’t do what is right, but what they think will benefit them. And robots cannot be programmed to have an answer for everything, not like a human brain can.

This is getting very deep!

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