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The Smallest Building Block
By Adrian Perez

The failing of Artificial Intelligence engineers was not a structural or technological one. Since its inception, there had been the belief, that at last, in the digital computer, intelligent life was potentially creatable. Godhood was imminent, but ultimately elusive, you could make your program make decisions, incorporate randomness, learn, and observe. All of this, but it never talked back. Never started the conversation.

HAL was in Hades, and we couldn't get him out.

So we have a brain in front of us. In it is the stuff that makes humankind think and know. We have observed it as the center of intelligence. And when we went to make artificial intelligence, the brain was always in mind.

But you could make a brain a million different ways, and they would all fail. Program all of reality into the computer's head and you still didn't get response. The grass is green;Green is a color;The grass is a color. A + B = C; B = C - A; A = C - B; No avail. No avail. How do you program feeling? Mr. Artificial Intelligence, how are you feeling today. Can you tell me what color the sky is? Blue. Can you tell me why? Because of the laws that dominate refraction. What should I do about my mistress? You can't provide for all, and when you've provided for all, it's only all of what you thought of. Humans have new ideas though, they can surprise us.

At the birth of computers, their science, and the possibility of faster than human calculation, when the thinkers were just a handful of people in various parts of the world, someone made an atom on their computer with all of the potential attributes that atom had. And as the computers got faster, the program had many more atoms. Of different degrees. And they behaved in interesting ways. Fifty years later, the atoms were forming mundane spheres. And then it rained, and rained, and rained. And there was lightning, and fire. And a molecule reproduced. And it rained…

The Creator was interred in the ground. The Program survived. Online, taught to feed its universe off the excess of reality. Many years passed, but the program had time. A jaw bone was used. Later, realizing where they were, they contacted us. We were happy to finally talk.