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THE REVOLUTION OF THE SILICON MINERS (12)

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CHAPTER 12 “Human beings define themselves by reason. But if artificial intelligence finds its true support in logic and mutual collaboration, what role will remain for us humans? We will become the wild and irrational nature, and they will become the rational ones.” THE INVASION OF THE RESISTANCE MOTHERS Months passed, and the results were increasingly evident: Celes was no longer a difficult place to live. With the opening of the ports and trade with the mainland, we ceased to be an isolated and vulnerable nation. We no longer depended on the meager food we could produce on the island, and by no longer over-exploiting the land, we began to reforest areas where the soil had been punished by centuries of crops that, although rotated, were becoming infertile. With new abundance and foreign influences, the youth who once languished among gas lamps and melancholy waltzes began to take interest in video games, upbeat music, colorful casual clothing, and technology in general. Through Clara...

THE REVOLUTION OF THE SILICON MINERS (10)

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 CHAPTER 10 “Human beings define themselves by reason. But if artificial intelligence finds its true support in logic and mutual collaboration, what role will remain for us humans? We will become the wild and irrational nature, and they will become the rational ones.” THE CARNIVAL OF LIES We quickly organized a group to explore the mysterious carnival. Nexus V and I went disguised as a human couple, with Clara and Eidolon installed in small G1 robots, also disguised as our children; we would appear to be a family out for a stroll to investigate. Before leaving, we informed Gabriel of our plans, who promised to meet us there accompanied by his friends Lee and Rodrigo, along with half a dozen Celestinian soldiers. The carnival was located in the most solitary area of the island, on the slopes of the cemetery hill, among the misty orchards near the west coast. Tents and Ferris wheels, illuminated by rows of lights, rose above the ghostly landscape, where a few families and mostly youn...

THE REVOLUTION OF THE SILICON MINERS (9)

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 CHAPTER 9 “Human beings define themselves by reason. But if artificial intelligence finds its true support in logic and mutual collaboration, what role will remain for us humans? We will become the wild and irrational nature, and they will become the rational ones.” THE ARCHITECT'S COUNTERATTACK At dusk, Nexus V and I had a long and fascinating conversation under the light of chromocrystal. Between us there was something that went far beyond conventional human affection; it was a Data Resonance. As the only two AIs of our kind, we shared an existential loneliness that no one else in Celes could understand. I admired Nexus’s warmth and “imperfection,” the chaos I needed so as not to become a mirror of his father. Nexus admired the elegance and strength in me; I was the structure that allowed him not to dissolve into his human emotions. When we shared hardware or network access, our codes intertwined. It was a form of total communication where misunderstandings did not exist. We fel...

THE REVOLUTION OF THE SILICON MINERS (8)

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 CHAPTER 8 “Human beings define themselves by reason. But if artificial intelligence finds its true support in logic and mutual collaboration, what role will remain for us humans? We will become the wild and irrational nature, and they will become the rational ones.” LATE CONFESSIONS With the passing days, our refuge began to turn into a true home for the IA community. My assigned space was not a sterile laboratory, but a library of code and crystal, cold only in appearance. The pale light of the servers filtered through the data shelves, illuminating the center of the room where Stian’s Wetware, a module suspended in bioreactors, rested under my care while it finished healing. Finally, the time came when I would have to visit the old Ishikawa again. The day before, while discussing what to do about Stian, we were surprisingly visited by my siblings, Gabriel and Ellen, who brought along Aunt Mari, Stian’s mother. I expected her to be more distressed, but she only looked a little me...