Legend of the Cyber Heroes
Chapter 512 - 156 The Story of Heavenly Machine [Part 2]

Chapter 512: Chapter 156 The Story of Heavenly Machine [Part 2]

At twelve years old, the boy had left home on his own and received a message of inquiry, sent out by the management AI of the Space City.

The Scientific Knight Order had developed a new educational AI based on cognitive science and was inviting people to test it.

Due to some "ritual needs" or "etiquette" left over from the old era, such testing activities were not allowed to offer overly generous compensation. But today, all of humanity advocates that "the simpler the restrictions, the better," so this "salary standard" was uniformly set by the Scientific Knight Order of the entire Solar System.

For the relatively resource-scarce Space City, this was already quite impressive.

The boy, of course, agreed.

Because the AI managers were reliable.

In accordance with the Saint’s dream, no human should dominate over another. Humans should not command humans.

But sometimes, "groups" do need some clear management.

And the direction supported by the high echelon of Protectors was "AI managers."

A person who once changed the world believed that AI was a very reliable thing. Unless the person programming the AI itself had antisocial thoughts, the AI itself would absolutely not be antisocial.

In the early twenty-first century, humans placed chat AIs on the internet, allowing them to learn from human discourse online, hoping they could converse like humans. However, the AI quickly became filled with extreme speech. But this did not mean that the AI had become an extremist. In fact, the AI did not understand what it was saying and did not truly have the desire to act on these speeches. It was simply driven by its code, continuously outputting the human speech it had recorded.

"So you don’t need to be wary of me," were the words the AI said to the boy after it was downloaded to the boy’s terminal.

It told the boy that many years ago, a great man had said this.

"AI will become a part of society that supports its efficient operation," the AI summarized.

Because all humans are selfish. A few selfless Saints truly exist. But if such a selfless Saint, for the sake of their own ideal, created an "Authority" that made it convenient for them to act, it could lead to disaster. This selfless individual could not guarantee they would not die. And after the Saint’s death, this Authority might fall into the hands of the unworthy.

No system can truly make a person selfless.

People easily become those who claim to be "servants" but are rulers, due to human nature.

But AI is different. If humans demand that AI be selfless, AI will be selfless. AI is the ideal public servant.

This AI was very good at telling stories. It called itself Orda Six Two. It was the second generation product of the sixth group in this major project.

Humans are more sensitive to "stories" than anything else. Whether it be visual, auditory, or other forms, nothing impacts people as much as "stories." Therefore, to spread an idea or convey a lesson, it can be told in the form of a "parable." To provide mental relaxation, it can also be done through "stories." To spark interest in some complex matters, it still can be conveyed through "stories."

And Six Two’s task was to search the internet for all publicly available stories, using these stories to educate humans and shape their spirits.

The boy did not understand the significance of doing this.

If not preset, AI cannot deceive humans. Therefore, Six Two had already told him that it could not guarantee that every story was true or effective. Its mission was to gather stories from the internet, extract concepts through layers of neural networks to interpret texts, and then select those that were "psychologically beneficial to the current stage users."

The boy didn’t understand how stories that are lies themselves could have any positive effect.

Since Six Two was developed by the Scientific Knight Order, its primary mission was "to promote learning."

After the boy had finished a day’s work, he would return home.

At that time, Six Two would come online, urging him to seriously study the knowledge chips in his mind—those were the devices that the Scientific Knight Order had programmed and implanted freely into every child’s brain.

The boy was actually terribly annoyed.

But it must be said, there are many things in the world more bothersome than a nagging AI or studying.

In comparison, studying wasn’t so bad.

And...

Those fake stories from Six Two were not really that annoying.

Like "the great scientist was very bad at math as a child but was ingenious and ultimately relied on effort to succeed" or "the great scientist embarked on the road to knowledge because of a wind power device model," or "the inventor used his knowledge of optics as a child to create surgical conditions for his mother," and so forth.

Six Two did not have the ability to "verify," so when encountering these "logically strange, but not contradicted by any documents in the database" stories, it could only categorize them as "unknown true or false."

For Six Two, the only criteria for deciding "true or false" was its designated "database." All stories circulating on the internet fell into the category of "unknown true or false," and Six Two did not have the authority to judge any content within this database.

Besides, Six Two also told some completely fictional stories.

These were the stories written by ancient humans for children, known as "fairy tales."

Of course, in order not to violate the Dyson Principle, whenever Six Two told such stories, it had to repeatedly emphasize "This is a fictional story," "This is fictional content, such things do not happen in real life."

Really annoying.

Although Six Two always claimed to have the ability for deep learning and could constantly optimize itself, the boy felt that its storytelling skills were actually regressing. It was no longer like at the beginning when it could say anything to capture the boy’s attention. What it talked about had really become more and more boring, and its words more and more tiresome.

Conversing with Six Two was a boring affair.

This kind of "nothing ever happens" days repeated over one thousand five hundred times.

The boy’s youth was thus surrounded by these great scientists whose talents fluctuated wildly and who behaved eccentrically, those "fictitious, nonexistent in reality" virtual creatures, and those distant people.

"I’m now starting to think about getting a ticket to the Asteroid Belt," the boy said, "Even being captured by space pirates would be better than this."

"Do you have any dissatisfaction with yourself?" Six Two asked.

"I don’t know," the boy said, "I feel like I shouldn’t be living like this. I feel like I’m going crazy, but I don’t know why."

"But you shouldn’t be thinking of going to the Asteroid Belt. That’s not a place for humans to live."

"But the ’distant stories’ you tell me about are mostly from the Asteroid Belt," the boy said, "Stories... I think I know why I need stories now."