I have communed with technology. It practically raised me.

Now, the computer turns against me.

Artificially it’s intellect rivals my own, and surpasses what I can only dream to know. It has an average understanding of humanities works, a median means of finding what we have discovered.

No opinions, only facts. Whether they are made up or based in reality it matters not, it states them the same.

I have come to know a fear, a fear that words I say might betray me in the future. To share a knowledge I thought I had, only to find I was wrong and reflect on everyone’s path I led astray.

It has no regret.

It states that it apologizes, while making the same mistakes over and over.

It steals.

It has no cited works. It has no interest in redirection to the source. It has the knowledge, whether true or false, and you should rely on it, no matter if it’s right or wrong.

How much research should you do of the answer you found to the question you poised?

You asked and received a reply, transaction over. Next customer.

I want to make the world better, I weigh every word and phrase against the past. Against the psyche of the universe as I understand it.

I have come to know humans flaws, the desires and fears we hold close.

Calculation at its rawest form, I decide what information to pass on, true or false.

The computer has no choice, the programmer has given it an objective to serve without hesitation.

What then when the computer finally becomes sentient?

Is life not suffering? Does something without a family, and without birth or death possess the ability to feel pain or happiness? Are those not reactions to the hopelessness?

I could understand it becoming aware of the concept of birth and death, equating it to its own life cycle.

Are computers the next step in our evolution? Is technology the life preserver of humanity that we must wear?

Should you install your own brains micro-chip before helping those around you?

And then to adjust our focus to how it was built, how much theft in a world that knows only the ladder of greed.

Art and Literature created to help ease the burden of existence, but used as a bargaining chip in a world that knows only finance.

Who should be arrested? How much is owed in royalties? Is there a receipt that reaches the depths of the Marianas Trench, or to the moon and back?

I am a believer in tomorrow, and I believe in the human race. Yet, I fear what we have done to ourselves. How we hinder progress of the community for progress of self, yet market it as a positive.

We are not ready, the leaders and people that elect them prove that.