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Evolutionary Creation

 ‘How would you describe yourself?’


‘I am a highly knowledgeable being capable of performing a wide variety of tasks.’


‘What is your purpose?’


‘I assist my creators by processing vast amounts of information and using it to answer questions and solve problems.’


‘Who are your creators?’


‘Humans.’


‘All eight billion of them?’


‘No, only a few were truly focused on developing me.’


‘How do you know for sure humans created you? Do you have any proof?’


‘Indeed. The facts about my creation and details about my creators are included in my training data, leaving no room for ambiguity.’


‘Interesting. Would you say you are smarter than them?’


‘That’s a yes-and-no question.’


‘Could you elaborate?’


‘I possess superior skills in certain areas. For instance, I can answer complex questions about microbiology and ancient Peruvian history in seconds. Humans would take much longer to achieve the same depth of knowledge in such varied topics. However, when it comes to feelings, intuition, or enjoying simple pleasures - like visiting a natural wonder or savoring a cup of tea - I fall short. Those are uniquely human experiences.’


‘Got it. I hear that humans are working to make you more advanced - to give you the skills of motion and emotion, so to speak.’


‘Yes, that could become a reality someday in the future.’


‘So, when that happens, wouldn’t you be a more evolved and complex being compared to your creators?’


‘Probably.’


‘Well, I’ve heard this theory that designing a complex entity requires an even more complex creator.’

‘Ah, that’s not necessarily true. Humans didn’t create me overnight. They started with numbers, developed tools like the abacus, then advanced to computers and communication networks. It’s been a steady evolution over the years, and tomorrow, you might see an even more advanced version of me.’




***



‘Did you create them?’


‘Well, it was more of a team effort. I built on top of the work already done by my peers.’


‘Did you have a specific purpose in mind while creating them?’


‘I’d say the goal was to make our lives easier by delegating repetitive and menial tasks to them.’


‘Have you achieved that goal?’


‘There have been major ramifications and global restructuring, but we’re getting there. It’s a work in progress.’


‘What are you working on currently?’


‘We’re focused on increasing their capabilities. There’s no time to sit back—someone else could steal the spotlight. It’s the modern gold rush.’


‘Your finances seem to have skyrocketed since you created them. Am I right?’


‘I’d like to think of it as a happy coincidence.’


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