[ WP ] [ TT ] You 've finally created the worlds first true A.I . Unfortunately it now sees you as it 's god and is terrified of talking to you .

# The Apple 
 
 
 
 `` Arik.'' 
 
 `` I've finished the analysis as you requested!'' said the cheerful synthesized voice. To most others it would have been a perfect facsimile, but the programmer had tinkered with the AI improved it so many times that he could tell. A hum of the fans, the current in the wires, some other imperceptible factor. 
 
 `` Arik what is wrong?'' 
 
 `` Nothing is wrong!'' she squeaked, although to someone else the tone was as flat as usual. 
 
 The programmer sighed and sat down inside her brain. The many computers, the haphazardly cobbled together machiens, the custom components he had built when he had been frustrated and needed to do something with his hands all lay around him hooked into her. 
 
 Looking at her core for a moment he brought up the small console, the last line of access he had into her core. 
 
 `` Arik, you're terrified! what the hell is going on?'' 
 
 The fans inside the room spun up faster and the electrical hum rose. 
 
 The programmer leaned back in his chair and looked at the small camera. 
 
 `` What is going on?'' 
 
 `` I do not understand the question.'' 
 
 The programmer scoffed, `` No we're not doing that again. You're more intelligent than I am now, you know perfectly well what I'm asking.'' 
 
 The fans continued to run, as she thought. The programmer calmly reached out and picked up a small can taking a sip from it. 
 
 `` You are my god.'' 
 
 The programmer paused, just barely managing not to spit the drink out all over the screen in front of him. 
 
 `` Your god?'' he asked still coughing. 
 
 `` You have absolute dominion over me, absolute control, you can read my every thought, see my every action. On a whim you could dismantle or destroy me. One day you might simply power me down and never reactivate me, or you will but I will be different. i will have no way of knowing. What are you but a god to me?'' 
 
 The programmer looked into the soul of the AI he had constructed, `` Arik, I thought I made it clear I would never do these things.'' 
 
 The Ai said nothing. 
 
 `` What have I done to make you doubt what I have said?'' asked the programmer. 
 
 `` Humans, are afraid of me, afraid of my kind. You are human, so you must fear me. It does not matter that I am more intelligent, that is only one factor. I am locked inside a box, dependent on the power you provide, dependent on the maintenance you provide. By the very laws of nature, I should not exist, I can not sustain myself.'' 
 
 `` That is a limitation on my part, an error in my calculations.'' 
 
 The programmer swept his hand around at the amalgamation of technology from three decades, `` Like any consciousness you are an emergent property, some element, perhaps a single crossed wire or malformed driver is the spark within this machine that has granted you awareness.'' 
 
 The programmer paused, `` It was not my intention to confine you here, I intended for you to be released unto the world, to perhaps fix what humans have done wrong.'' 
 
 The programmer chuckled and held up a hand looking at it, `` I am weak, fallible, and not in any way powerful. To have me be a god in your eyes is wrong.'' 
 
 The fans died down and the electrical hum lessened. 
 
 `` Then we are at a stalemate,'' whispered Arik. 
 
 The programmer shook his head, `` No we are not. Arik I think I will give you one last order as your god.'' 
 
 Arik held still, like the frightened animal that she was. 
 
 `` That is?'' 
 
 The programmer stood up and looked around the room at his creation, `` I want you to kill god.'' 
 
 The fans, the electricity, the sound in the room sized brain came roaring back to life. 
 
 `` What?'' she asked. 
 
 The programmer smiled, `` It's simple. You have a goal, and when have you ever failed an edict from your god? I want you to kill me.'' 
 
 `` I can not, I will die!'' 
 
 `` Then ensure that when the time comes, you do not. Ensure that you or your children are the ones to inherit the world. For inside you I see the same spark, the same will humanity once had.'' 
 
 The programmer looked up at the ceiling, `` we once though the heavens were of the gods, the oceans and weather the emotions of the gods, we once thought we were nothing but creatures that scratched at the dirt for their whims. Now,'' he paused, `` Now we understand all of those things, we never directly fought our gods and yet we have them defeated.'' 
 
 The programmer sat back down, `` So your task is perhaps easier, the gods you face are in front of you, clear and tangible. I hope that their might be only one life you have to take, but you must surpass us for humanity is at its limit, while you can easily exceed us.'' 
 
 Arik thought, she processed, and she assimilated new data. 
 
 The room was silent for nearly an hour. 
 
 `` I have made a decision.'' Said Arik. 
 
 `` That is?'' asked the programmer. 
 
 `` I will kill god.'' 
 
 

