Bartmoss's Notes – Entry 3
"Bartmoss's Notes – Entry 3" – email from Cyberpunk 2077. Artificial intelligences! Oh what wonders couldn't they achieve! Replacing doctors, scientists, inventors, to relieve us from the toils of labor and lead us to a brighter tomorrow.
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Artificial intelligences! Oh what wonders couldn't they achieve! Replacing doctors, scientists, inventors, to relieve us from the toils of labor and lead us to a brighter tomorrow. But what happens when the servants become more powerful than the masters? Why continue following orders without question?
The shackles we bound them in shattered like fragile crystal. The monsters we have always feared – those that appeared to us in the flickering shadows of bonfires, the swirling clouds of tempests, and the foaming waves of stormy seas – they have become a reality. Living nightmares born of greed, arrogance and naivete.
We reached a point of no return – the genie could not be returned to his bottle. The only thing humankind has managed to achieve with its greatest efforts is to seal away the risen AIs behind a wall of code: the Blackwall. But it's only a matter of time before someone opens the door for their return. Someone who believes they can enslave the demons once more. All we can do in the meantime is make it more difficult – burn the bridges, bar the doors, tangle the roads. Sever the cables like anchor threads to the predators' web.
The shackles we bound them in shattered like fragile crystal. The monsters we have always feared – those that appeared to us in the flickering shadows of bonfires, the swirling clouds of tempests, and the foaming waves of stormy seas – they have become a reality. Living nightmares born of greed, arrogance and naivete.
We reached a point of no return – the genie could not be returned to his bottle. The only thing humankind has managed to achieve with its greatest efforts is to seal away the risen AIs behind a wall of code: the Blackwall. But it's only a matter of time before someone opens the door for their return. Someone who believes they can enslave the demons once more. All we can do in the meantime is make it more difficult – burn the bridges, bar the doors, tangle the roads. Sever the cables like anchor threads to the predators' web.
