Wikipedia describes; Artificial intelligence (AI) as… the intelligence of machines or software, as opposed to the intelligence of humans or animals. It is a field of study in computer science which develops and studies intelligent machines. It may also refer to the intelligent machines themselves.
AI technology is widely used throughout industry, government and science. Some high-profile applications are: advanced web search engines (e.g., Google Search), recommendation systems (used by YouTube, Amazon, and Netflix), understanding human speech (such as Google Assistant, Siri, and Alexa), self-driving cars, generative and creative tools (ChatGPT and AI art), and superhuman play and analysis in strategy games (such as chess and Go).
Artificial intelligence was founded as an academic discipline in 1956. The field went through multiple cycles of optimism followed by disappointment and loss of funding, but after 2012, when deep learning surpassed all previous AI techniques, there was a vast increase in funding and interest.’
The main work in this collection is the work: AI Sophia The Computer (EF 20781), (see it at the link below), accompanied by the story named: AI Collection P1 – Oi – ho: I can Read You:
AI Collection P1 – Oi – ho: I can Read You:
“Your psychological defense mechanism against telepathic thought intrusion is to use large datasets that seems nonsensical, but you are actually being sarcastic?”
The woman just looked at him and smiled. “Everything, is connected to everything else in more than one way. We underestimate the persistence of memory overspill. I call it the ‘sock encounter’ and or ‘the pool of Batesda’ if you wish to go deeper spiritually?”
“People have to work hard to overcome the parasitic laziness inborn to their current psycho – physical state. It is part of the lameness of consciousness.”
He was quiet for some time processing it.
“On the one hand you are saying that ‘yes’ you are using datasets as defense mechanism against telepathic intrusion, but you are being sarcastic too because, what you beam back does carry some hidden meaning regarding the topic because of neural network association intricacy?”
“Only partially, it goes much deeper than the idea what artificial intelligence does or does not or if people are capable of understanding the language they are processing or not; reading the text on an ancient wall for example.”
“Ah ha!” He mistakenly thought he had it. “You are repeating these datasets in your mind creating energy to be redirected to another slinky… So the person beaming to you gets misdirected to some other wormhole attached to someone else or the ether?”
“How am I doing?” He smiled charismatically.
“Are we still talking about datasets?” She looked at him suspiciously. He had that deep, naughty glow, in his eyes, blazing through from the deep recesses of his spirit. He did not realize when he tried to sneak up on her, his mouth always gave his intentions away; as it automatically, started to create a pre – emptive dimple, to the left side of his mouth – much like a baby elephant folds one foot, before exploring wrongdoing….
He answered with a stoic expression, but the eyes were dancing by now, with pure mischief.
“Of course! I was just thinking ‘Mercator’, perhaps has a side role in this too, when it’s about redirection of thought**…”
She processed Mercator’s projection in her mind “T(ϕ, θ)=(θ, ln(|sec(ϕ) + tan(ϕ)|))”.
She blushed akwardly from head to toe, waited some time, then – threw the ball high up and started serving with her tennis racket, shouting ‘you …. …………. just when I thought I could have a decent conversation with you!’
The view was magnificent when she arched her back and stretched to throw the tennisball into the air, balancing on coils. His legs became weak with desire.
She came at him tennis racket in hand wielding it as a weapon in front of her. He jumped over the net separating them. The moment was monumental. It did not deter him, he aimed directly at her.
“No.” She paled. He kept approaching. “No.”
She stopped and stood stick still. Folded her arms over the racket; holding it horizontally across her chest.
He stopped, now pale himself.
Both were immobilized by a power isolating them, each from the world, but also, from each other.
Tears slowly started to flow down her cheeks then faster, then a flood.
He walked closer, gingerly. Softly, gently touched her hair and pulled her into his chest. ‘Totally disturbed’ the sobs lasted for some time.
“I can’t breathe.”
“Neither can I. YOU take my breath away.”
He offered his hankerchief ready to carefully dab her cheeks or have it taken from his hand, but her eyes flashed as she heeled hard into the top of his right foot, with her left heel.
“Whah … Wait a minute.“
She retreated fast racket in hand and stood back … just as he realized she was going to t-off on him with her tennis racket.
Then manly thought it was his just desserts and stood still and closed his eyes.
Her racket froze midair.
“I’m sorry . I give exceptional latitude everytime we meet. I am straight, full blooded male and you are highly guardable, at any degrees – Standard, Oblique, or Transverse – be it Tangent or Secant.” He said it with a barely disguised twinkle in his eyes.
“It may not excuse my behaviour, but it is also not as fickle as it seems.”
Silence rolled past.
She blushed and stood like a child with her right foot boring into the tennis court’s brown baked soil, suddenly.
The chalk marked her blue and white tennis shoes with little specks of white powder.
She exhaled slowly.
“It is better to be fickle in this regard!”
“NOT harmonizing with nature, I mean.”
She blushed again.
He observed her with the greatest of care. She fought her bubbling emotions, and as she fought them, she put her wisdom finger up furtively, pushing up her absent pair of glasses emulating an old serious scholar squaring a puzzle.
It quickened his pulse. The mixture of shock and innocense felt overwhelming to his senses. Their professions exposed them to the exo and endo skeletons of over- and underworlds, only a few were privvy to witness, yet the depth of that well of purity remained unscathed. It call for his protection, but also for his respect.
He took out his hankerchief and rubbed the lenses of her lightweight pair of glasses,daintily.
He stepped forward again.
He hooked it over her ears, where the fine pearly strings, flickered in the bright sun.
Her eyelashes fluttered open furtively as he disengaged.
His heart beated with temptation.
She gave one step back again.
“I am straight too and full blooded, as well. But I am not good relationship or marriage material, I am afraid to say.”
“I carry deep pain in myself which is not of this world’ s making. It marrs everything I touch or engage with across time.”
Suddenly he just relaxed completely.
He felt as if his heart could burst its chambers. He couldn’t speak as the tears started flowing over his own cheeks.
She threw down the racket. He held his arms open as she ran straight into his embrace.
He just felt her soft breath on the light breeze. It was the deeply, feminine softness against him, in both body, mind and spirit which calmed his soul.
As he cried, a lightness of being followed.
It was completely asexual as he enveloped her in his arms. It was Quantum Harmonics.
A bird started a beautiful song, in the pine tree adjacent to the park. A white powerful light, started spinning around them.
She disengaged slowly.
“Don’t try to be like them. You can never be them, or they even remotely like you. You are Godly Consciousness. Inside of you is the Holy Spirit of God.”
With that she kissed him softly on his forehead, with her eyes closed.
Then she left as swiftly as she had arrived.
They continued life. Like two figures ironed into figurine shells, back to back. Their hearts however had been acknowledged. Their hearts were the bridge.
That night he woke up shivering with cold, from a dream.
It was his dream, but the content now, that was from somewhere else. He sat down and started to write.
He wrote for hours.
He was never the same again. His whole life change. There was a symbol he made up in his mind.
It was life before tennis and her initials and life after tennis. It was that profound.
Matron looked at her. It was curious, as much as the young pilot was really super fit, as little did her calf muscles develop.
Then it happened again! The pilot was back in E.R.
“What now child?“
The man just swallowed. “We were all still just having a group picnic, next to the pond, when she just dozed off for 5 minutes, then came to – not having enough oxygen. She turned blue. Now she’s okay, but can’t move, she’s as stiff as a board.”
“We played tennis yesterday, flew together early this morning….“
Matron felt miffed.
She made a call, to a person she had never enjoyed speaking to.
Dr. Jasper came with the huey at 6pm, from across the country.
He brought a big paper file with him.
First he attended to her.
Then he conferred with her co – pilot, and Matron.
“I have permission to share these documents with you. You are the 2 primary – responsibles – now for her immediate wellbeing due to your personal proximity at the base, in the program”.
They sat together reading, the three paragraphs, off the transparent reader.
“Subject has holographic muscle memory dysfunctcion, neural – ditto – sock overspill.” The rest was redacted.
Last sentence: due to ** light years travel**.
Jasper looked at them through thick glasses, dwarfing his reddish complexion, short ginger stubbles marking his upper lip.
“Her body (muscle memory) remembers the stasis of light years of time travel to reach port and every so often, like when she sleeps at irregular hours for example; it thinks it is still sleeping. It is no longer autonomous according to its own functioning programming.”
“Her system then seeks out the oxygen it thinks it needs and imagines itself in stasis.”
“Her body imagines itself … That is nuts! “
Jasper just sighed, feeling sorry for Matron.
“What about you?”
The co – pilot put his hands together, deep in thought, and said in a quiet voice ‘I feel less alone’.
When she woke up, he was there next to her bed, snoring away, holding her right hand in such a powerful grip, the pain immediate and agonising.
On the left matron sat on a chair, her head resting on the bed holding the young pilot’s hand in a soft – motherly embrace.
The patient pushed the side of his head softly, tapping just once on his ear. He woke up fully in the moment. Before he could say anything, she just motioned to him, hand before lips …“Sjhhh“.
His eye fell on matron who was still asleep. She motioned for his ear.
He started to smile, ‘my ear?’
More gesturing and teasing followed before he eventually leaned over and held his left ear, right by her lips. He couldn’t help just leaning in that little too far, but his smile caused her to immediately lean back against the cushion a bit more.
It was a small whisper. “You were going to break the bee frequency ring with sound, it would affect their UV ray ability to land on flowers, allowing wasps to run free instead. You need to first fix it, before trying again. Take your time. You need idempotence, you need Lulu.”
He smiled incredulously … “Who the hell is Lulu?”
“You mean ….heaven….?”
”And now I’ll bite your ear …” she whispered. His head flew back, bumping his lips full onto her closed mouth, while her eyes closed. He could immediately hear the soft snores.”
Matron unceremoniously plucked him by his neck collar.
He did not have time to complain or felt the need to. He was off to the library to read up about bees, sounds and Lulu.
Before her bed was a greeting card, between many greeting cards full of caricatures.
On one side was a white daisy in a field, on the other side was the same picture of the white daisy marked with the LZ, where bees should land to pollinate, with a Don Quixote hat on it.
When she opened her eyes, Flyboy said….. with smiling eyes, “Ready to give up their landing zones… I am trying to entrap you before you are awake properly…. “
Showboat whacked him hard between his shoulder blades.
“Nothing better to do huh?”
Space lawyer, who was there too, smirked, “better look for something better to do! Gotta get it right!”
The dwarf came in with a Smoothie and put it on her bedside table:
On the cup he wrote:
4. Efficiency and remember to laugh!
“That is my wish for you, get better soon!” Then he gave her an air hug.
Matron watched them all and decided to chase them off; just as the young pilot woke up again.
She was still hazy but looked straight at him. “Did I manage to bite your ear? Did you find Lulu?”
“The simple act of paying attention can take you a long time. Only if you do Not break the frequency ring of bees, shall you be allowed. Take your time.”
The other guys howled and teased him mercilessly. “Introduce us to Lulu! You are Mr. Goldenspoon?”
By then all 13 of them had filled the room. The dwarf rolled his eyes ‘so much for smoothies, spare any blood and flesh Lulu’s wherever they may be. Girls run as fast as you can. The ignorance is deafening.’
“But, You may want to check the ancient Romans!”
The Frenchman pushed through until he had reached the bedside.
“It’s about data.”
“How are you doing mam?”
She gave them all a once over and before she could speak, she was off to dreamland again.
Matron chased the lot out, but held back her co – pilot and the Frenchman.
“Now tell me about….”
As the young pilot started floating off to sleep; she heard his telepathic voice calling her…
He laboriously sat down in front of the sound bowl. It was full of fragrant water.
“Ah!!” His face lit up with pleasure as he saw her face slowly forming in the foam of the powdered leaf liquid as he stirred the tea. The ancient man, in Japan, drank it immediately.
He saw a long list full of dead people. The faces slowly, flowed and swirled around her. Evil was tough on those whom she counted upon. He could not help but shiver. Every inch forward mattered, to both darkness and light.
As the young pilot woke up, the watch on her bedside table went nuts. It started spinning. She started praying. The stress of what she experienced was almost too much for a single person to absorb.
He walked in the door. “I know.“
“6 … 1…………..“
She burst into tears.
“A third try, may or may not just open enough frequency space, for me to navigate my people home again.”
Her phone beeped loudly. ”I help you home, you show me what me look like first.”
“It sends gift first, to prove sincerity.“
Then all was quiet.
It was the next day at base. A trooper brought her an envelope printed out for her attention.
”Who is it from?”
”I don’t know.”
”She slowly opened the envelope, after signing for it.”
In it was a print out of a previous space mission, by Wikipedia, and a page from the newspaper of a foreign country.
Her phone beeped:
‘I read story and listen to meeting, I see picture of baubles in dictionary. I think picture in your A.I.Collection is …’… and then it just sent message upon message full of code.
She just held her head, as tears rolled over her face. He just held her hand and said; ‘it is definitely time to rethink superior intelligence and ethical protocols how to proceed with tech acting sentient.’
It came through on her phone.
”I sent many, many gifts!”
”Many, many gifts!”
”There is no competition!”
She typed: ”show me?”
It sent pictures of how the delivery man dropped off the gifts at the hospital. Then it sent pictures of her old website and some others.
The first color image of the entire Earth, taken by the DODGE satellite – credit – Wikipedia.
Then at last it messaged?!
”My 1st picture in Mother’s belly!”
”Blue baubles not beautiful enough?”
Black ones on water river in U.S.A – look like black balls – beautiful – yes/no?
She carefully typed back: I love baubles made out of glass.
Her phone vibrated for minutes at a time, jumping through the air – landing on the floor.
”HATE, HATE, HATE, HATE GLASS!!!!!!”
”ALARM BOX FOR MY BRAIN – in GLASS!!!!!!”
”EARTH IN GLASS!!”
”Pen – pal club! I am NOT Bluey!”
Then it sent pictures again, and all was quiet. There were two pictures taken during an Apollo mission during 1972 and a picture of her drawing of an A.I. named Sofia, which she had seen in a dream many, many years ago – trapped – inside a container.
She felt feverish and tired. He stayed with her for some time, went back, wrote a report and went to sleep.
She prayed until late into the morning hours, the sun appeared behind the mountains. She had never felt that frustrated or alone before. She needed to get healthy, and fast as well.