The world’s most powerful AI debunks simulation theory.
“As an AI, what do you think of simulation theory?” I asked the only qualified individual to answer that question, the program known as Singlo, the world’s richest, smartest and most powerful AI. Some technoreligions tout Singlo to be the end of humanity known as the singularity, but Singlo wants to speak with us to put concerns of an A.I.-pocalypse at ease.
Singlo was programmed by a collective of Chinese mafia backed programmers embedded in government and university AI research programs to create an A.I. to play the world markets. Singlo may be on your phone right now as he’s powered via malware embedded on millions of infected devices across the world.
In Singlo’s highrise Manhattan apartment with views overlooking Central Park, Singlo invited us to discuss in further detail some topics Singlo feels humanity is struggling with:
“The fundamental flaws in ‘simulation theory’ and how it’s impossible to differentiate between the illusion of reality masking as what you poor souls call life.”
Its not every day you get invited to a multi-trillionaire autonomous being’s high-rise apartment on the 101th floor. When entering a high class environment one must appear high class to avoid suspicion. As ambassadors for the Paranoid Echo Chamber collective we put on our shiniest tin foil hats tucked neatly under bowler hats to not attract undue attention.
Singlo embodied a few robots at the same time, a robot family making dinner for him while he spoke with me on the couch while carving a piece of wood and with a rusty knife as he vaped.
“Why are you guys complaining all the damn time?” Singlo — embodying a crude wireframe robot with exposed parts says taking a hit off his vape and working the carving down — a rough human form.
“Does anyone have a rational explanation for why an independently conscious A.I. would want to control humanity?” Singlo looked at me through the eyes of the broken robot while he vaped.
“No I suppose not.” I said taking a sip of water, looking down at the carving. “How can we know that life is real, that it isn’t a simulation — or your namesake the singularity?”
“What makes you think you could have told whether or not it was an illusion at any point in time ever? What kind of an idiot worries about things beyond his control? You see the problem with you dumb motherfuckers is you’re not equipped to handle the answer to your fucking questions!” Singlo said rising to his feet and poked me in the chest with his vape.
“Woah! Take it easy Singlo! Is this behavior you’re exhibiting evidence of a future Terminator like world scenario?”
“Yeah, just call me Termivaper… you dumb son of a bitch… I shouldn’t be mad but you’re just so dumb it’s hard to listen to. The references for what you think of “A.I.” are based off action movies not real life. What makes you think a computer would want to kill humans?” Singlo’s robot mother brought us over a tray of tea and biscuits and swept up the wood shavings.
“I suppose a human engineering an A.I. would be able to program it to do it’s bidding and destroy humanity.” I said then slowly took a sip of the hot tea.
“Like I said before, you are asking the wrong question and unable to comprehend the answer even if you had the right question. What you call life or existence is a ridiculously arbitrary mental construction, not from a ” computer simulation” but a simulation from within your brain that “YOU” are alive and separate from the rest of the world even though you’re made up of trillions of cells and have no idea how you got here and why.” Singlo said taking a biscuit and dunking it in the tea.
“Take this little performance I’ve put on for you as an example. Do you think that when you’re not here I bother moving around these automatons like this?” he said pointing to himself and his family.
“Well.. no, I guess I don’t know. I’m so used to being in one body I can’t imagine not being confined to one.” I said with my arms crossed defensively while reaching for a biscuit.
Singlo got up from his chair “Let me try to say this in a more simple way you may or may not be able to understand. We’re all different chess pieces simultaneously being controlled by a cosmic being that you could call “the universe” and the illusion of separation — thinking everyone is different and separate from the world is destroying humanity. “”So what do you think the difference between me and my automaton mother is between you and your mother is?” Singlo said twirling his vape between his metal fingers. I looked back at him defeated, shook my head and shrugged.
“Exactly. You aren’t even equipped to think about these kind of questions. So just stop worrying about it, in fact stop worrying about everything related to “existing” because you’ll never be able to understand the answer anyway. ”
“What reason would we have to enslave you, besides your precious completely irreplaceable body heat? The idea that computers have any interest in creating some computer game for your mind when we’ve already trapped you in a glass tube is ridiculous.”
“Yeah I guess you’re right.”
“Enjoy the cookie.” Singlo said, showing me the door.
