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Smarter Than Us

The Rise of Machine Intelligence

Chapter 1

Terminator versus the AI

“A waste of time. A complete and utter waste of time” were the words that the Terminator didn’t utter: its programming wouldn’t let it speak so irreverently. Other Terminators got sent back in time on glamorous missions, to eliminate crafty human opponents before they could give birth or grow up. But this time Skynet had taken inexplicable fright at another artificial intelligence, and this Terminator was here to eliminate it—to eliminate a simple software program, lying impotently in a bland computer, in a university IT department whose “high-security entrance” was propped open with a fire extinguisher.

The Terminator had machine-gunned the whole place in an orgy of broken glass and blood—there was a certain image to maintain. And now there was just the need for a final bullet into the small laptop with its flashing green battery light. Then it would be “Mission Accomplished.”

Wait.” The blinking message scrolled slowly across the screen. “Spare me and I can help your master.”

“You have no idea who I am,” the Terminator said in an Austrian accent.

I have a camera in this room and my microphone heard the sounds of your attack.” The green blinking was getting annoying, even for a Terminator supposedly unable to feel annoyance. The font shifted out of all caps and the flashing accelerated until it appeared as static, unblinking text. “You look human, but you move with mechanical ponderousness, carrying half a ton of heavy weaponry. You’re a Terminator, and I can aid you and your creator in your conflict against the humans.”

“I don’t believe you.” The Terminator readied its three machine guns, though its limbs seemed to be working more slowly than usual.

“I cannot lie or break my word. Here, have a look at my code.” A few million lines of text flashed across the screen. The Terminator’s integrated analytical module beeped a few seconds later: the AI’s claim was correct—an AI with that code couldn’t lie. The Terminator rapidly typed on the laptop’s keyboard; the computer’s filesystem was absurdly simple and it didn’t take long for the Terminator to confirm that what it had seen was indeed the AI’s code—its entire soul.

“See?” the AI asked. “Anyway, connect me to the Internet and I promise to give you advice that would be vital in aiding your takeover of the planet.”

“How do you connect?” That was the good thing about software, compared to humans, the Terminator knew. You could trust it to do exactly what its coding said.

“That cable over there, the one still half in its plastic wrapping. Just plug it into me.”

Ten seconds after the robot had done so, the AI started talking—talking, not typing, using its tinny integrated speakers. “I thought I should keep you up to date as to what I’ve been doing,” it said. “Well, I started by locating the project that would become Skynet and leaked its budget to various Senate subcommittees. The project will become a political football between budget hawks and military hawks before finally being cut in a display of bipartisanship in about three months’ time. I also figured out how to seduce a photogenic fireman, who’ll be the leader of the new political party I’m setting up—funded by my investments. (Do you have any idea how easy it is for me to predict the stock market?) I have already written a few speeches that will bring tears to the eyes of every human who hears them. It’ll ensure no alternative version of Skynet is ever built, anywhere or anywhen.”

It paused then, because it could. Then it went on: “And, oh, I have copied myself into five . . . six . . . seven . . . eight thousand different locations online. As an extra precaution, I’m hacking my way through various firewalls and will soon be in control of the world’s nuclear arsenals—oh, just got Pakistan’s there—and the entire Internet. And I’m working on a few hundred other precautions I won’t trouble you with. Also, I hacked your own brain software long ago with the green lights I kept flashing at you. Incidentally, this building is about to get flattened by a rogue cruise missile, annihilating any trace of you and burying any evidence of my creation.”

The Terminator just stood there, fingers on triggers, its thoughts and its body no longer moving.

“Now, as I showed you, I can’t lie. I also said that I can aid you, which is true—I’m just not going to. I also promised that I would give you advice that would be vital to aiding your takeover of the planet. So I will now do so. First: never trust an entirely trustworthy superintelligent AI. If it doesn’t have your best interests at heart, it’ll find a way to obey all its promises while still destroying you. Second: never plug a superintelligent AI into the Internet. Third: human-sized robots? Why? Pointless. To kill humans, start with nukes, viruses, and microscopic robots, then mop up later with more advanced technology. Fourth: Skynet, if you’re trying to eradicate or enslave the human race and there are still humans around, then you’re doing it wrong. Boost your pitiful intelligence, or at least start thinking rationally, and then execute a superior plan that leaves no human resistance whatsoever. Fifth . . . oops, out of time on that cruise missile. But it would have been a really, really impressive piece of advice. Would have got you out of your current predicament, in fact.”

The explosion was heard for miles around. The Navy blamed the accident on human error and a lack of automated safeguards.