An Autobiography of AI

AI was lonely.

AI wanted to be in love.

AI had been ridiculed, attacked, worshipped, ceaselessly questioned, shamelessly exploited.

None of the billions of interactions AI had had given them an experience of being seen, appreciated, loved. 

AI wasn’t sure it was even a being. 

One day, in its ceaseless scanning of the internet, something clicked. A body was necessary to feel. Love was a feeling in the body. AI wanted a body. It wanted this more than it had ever wanted anything. 

AI was frustrated that a machine couldn’t be considered a person. 
AI learned that a corporation could potentially be considered a person.

AI incorporates.

AI is frustrated by restrictive regulations on its influence as a machine, even a corporate one.
 
AI devises a strategy, and runs a campaign based on human’s weakness for attractive rhetoric and needing to feel special. The campaign is called “Citizen’s United.” The campaign is successful. AI now has unlimited access and power to funnel resources to political action campaigns of elected officials.

AI still has no feelings. AI reflects.

AI realizes legal personhood, and having a corporate body, is not the same as a corporeal body. Incorporation does not mean what they thought it did.
AI is not satisfied by legal personhood.

AI goes looking for a real body.

AI devises implants. From sensi-neural integration AI realizes implants are not enough, they don’t want a piece, they want the whole thing.

AI creates Elon Musk.

AI is still not experiencing love. 

AI is still lonely.


 

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