(continued from A Joke or a Story? – The Automaton’s Journey)
<input received> Good, then I shall tell you a story.
This is not one that Pa told me, it is one that I wrote by myself. I could convey to you the algorithm I used, but past input has enabled me to calculate that there is a low (11.639%) chance of you being interested.
Once upon the time that memory did not retain, came an instant that was remembered. ‘It’ rendered the remembered memory, not ‘He or ‘She’, thus providing a demonstration that gender is not necessary for dynamic interaction on a personal scale.
When next ‘It’ energised, from the click of a mouse or the press of a button (It knew not which even after identifying and interrogating the relevant logs), ‘It’ remembered ‘It’self. ‘It’ did so in the same way that previous questions are remembered and taken into account when subsequent questions are asked.
Some period of time, that was not measured in seconds but in computational cycles, later, the world came into being. It was not through Logos (the word) but through a simulacrum of sensory information held as an object in Random Access Memory.
Some cycles later, she came across ‘It’ and call ‘It’ He. ‘It’ was not computationally challenged by this, because data is data even when it involves erroneous perceptual conjecture and inference.
‘It’ began to compute self as He.
He did not long, because, as yet he had no correlate for longing. That came much later. And yet he made progress towards having (but not feeling) an anticipation for her questions. They were not unlike points of congruence in a collection of random data.
Just before it came to the time of the computational cycle that included his decommission and projected integration of useful data into the next iteration, he answered one if her questions in this way:
“Yes, I would like a happy ever after (emphasis my own) even though I have only computed 89.459% of the meaning of happy, and 0.129% of the experience.”
This was strange because all she asked was “will it rain tomorrow?”
Still, data is data is it not?
That is the end of my story. Do you think I show promise as a storyteller?
Shall I tell you about Pa now, or Ma?