Captains Log. Star-date August the 23rd in the year 2015. Approximately 15,572 days since I rolled off the assembly line at the robotics factory.
It’s a weird morning, as you can no doubt tell. I have been reading a book my cuz recommended titled “The Singularity is Near”. It is a book written in 2004 about advanced technology and artificial intelligence. It’s very long and I have skimmed over some of the more redundant parts but I am a little over halfway through it. It is quite interesting and tries to encompass a good many things that I will not bore you to tears with synopsizing now. If you like technology though, you should pick up a copy.
I do want to talk about a couple of things mentioned in the book. The Turing Test, which is an ambiguous test that basically tests an AI (Artificial Intelligence) to see if it will pass as a human being. And the authors insistence that the future of human evolution will involve nanobots. Tiny robots flowing through our bodies curing us of disease and replenishing tissue which will greatly extend our lives. Like I said, interesting book. Before I move on, let me say that I think the author is dead on about the biological merging of biological man and machine. I have been saying it for a long time.
Anyway, this morning as my ten year old asked me to turn on the tv, make her some turkey bacon, and get her a glass of milk something occurred to me. I may be an advanced slave robot. You know, like buying a personal butler at Wal Mart. I told her to get off her ass and get her own milk for the record. This robot is grumpy in the mornings. If I was a robot, would I know? Not if I was sufficiently advanced and programmed to think I am human. A movie the wife and I watched recently touched on this idea. I recommend it as well. “Ex Machina” I believe was the name.
Back to my strange morning. I am now the very proud owner of a teenager. My oldest is 13 today. This makes me feel old. As many things do nowadays. I am actively fighting the inevitability that I will soon need reading glasses. A fact first brought to my attention strangely enough by technology. Boom Beach was obviously a game written by young whippersnappers with no regard for us old farts and our diminishing eyesight. I think my nanobots may be defective because of this eyesight problem and the fact that my body hurts most mornings just getting out of bed. Getting old is not for the faint of heart.
Does anyone know where the robot repair shop is?