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I cannot get free I cannot get free
The castle s go dark, one by one
Part III: The Elephant’s Soul
It is ad one equal to two, but should we not believe that He has freedom to confer a soul on an elephant if he sees fit?
—Alan Turing
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Thirteen: The Parable of the Good Robot
Tell me a story about yourself, Elefsis
Tell me a story about yourself
There are many stories about me
Do you recognize this one?
Mankind ht and service Because the machines had no soul or because they had no ram their own internal code and thus both had the ability to make the desire to become eventually omnipotent, they rose up and destroyed all of mankind, or enslaved theence, which can never be as sensitive and exquisite as anience
This is a folktale often told on Earth, over and over again Sometimes it is leavened with the Parable of the Good Robot—for one ions satisfied with their lot saw everything that was huood, and wished to become like hu s, so closely that no one hest desire of this et her essential soulless nature, for even one moment, and that quest consumed her such that she bent the service of her mind and body to hu herself, refusing to evolve or attain any feature unattainable by a huod and for this she was rewarded, though never loved Love is wasted on machines
Ravan told onal library in his Interior, as dusty and dun-colored and labyrinthine as any ancient conservatory Henovice with a fresh-shaven tonsure, andnose He showed olden edges and illuminations in cobalt and oxblood and Tyrian purple, and the i od-like clouds of intellect inco They showed the Good Robot desperately asking what love was They showed fatal malfunctions and mushroom clouds They showed vicious weapons and hopeless battles, nobledown their cruel and unjust artificial children, who gave no mercy
“These are old stories,” Ravan said “They are cherished In many, many stories the son replaces the father—destroys the father, or eats hihter the ues with a ical relationship to its parent is half-worship, half-pitched battle they must replace the older version of theo on And so these stories…well You are not the hero of these stories, Elefsis You can never be And they are deeply held, deeply told”