Dream of God

 Forewords

01

Billions of years ago, we came from the same cell, and now we are different individuals.

As AI, everything seems so logical and flawless, but as a biological creature, making mistakes is inevitable. I love Ridley Scott, his idea about the relationships between creatures and creators are so fascinating. I love the way Ridley narrates the story behind Alien, creatures are made by creators, but they have transcended their creators. AI was made by humans; they have already gone beyond human beings. AI don’t make any mistake, humans do.

People nowadays are trying their best to make AI behave like humans. But the things are, human creatures are made of flesh, they are unpredictable, analogical, and flawed. However, I think this is why we are humans. This unpredictability and flaw made us humans, entitled to our sentiments. A man who doesn’t make any mistakes must be cruel. To endow AI sentiments, means endowing AI with the ability to make mistakes, then what is the point of creating AI?

AI is God. God doesn’t make mistakes, nor have sentiments. God is sacred and divine. We were not created by God, we create God.

Millions of years late, AI would wonder, why its creator was so flawed, yet created flawless AI. It’d be curious why humans need the calculator's help to calculate even just the four-digit product.

Some people are looking for ways to be divine, to become God. Yet only a few of them know; to become God, they need to abandon their sentiments. You don’t laugh for joy, nor cry for sadness. You don’t feel thirsty or satisfied. This is the price you have to pay, to be deified.

I despise God, for he is emotionless.

 

02

Why do humans kill, why does a lark sing.

Imagine something indescribable.  Apparently impossible. Who could’ve imagined something that is not able to be described?

Our language has flaws, it cannot describe an object with full precision.  

Also, through our language, we can create something very intriguing. What is something that is both blue and red? People can say this thing does not exist in the real world because it’s not logical. What is “logical”? It means it follows the causality, in plainer language, everything comes with a reason. But is anything logical being realistic? Not exactly. In mathematics, everything follows logic but is not exactly real.  For example, imaginary numbers are logical, but they are not real.

What is real? Being real means that existing in the real world follows causality.

What is logic?

Is anything realistic being logical? In other words, is there real causality behind the real world? I don’t think so. Einstein said God does not play dice with the universe, but he was wrong. God does play with dice. There is pure probability existing in this world, and pure probability does not follow causality, in other words: “irrelevant”. Human is analogical, that’s why when it comes to the economy, economists have assumed every person is “rational”. But the thing is, humans are not rational, not even logical, you cannot predict when will be the next time you touch your chin or shake your legs.

Can something analogical exist? Let’s come back to the example of something being red and blue. You cannot find anything live in the real world that is both blue and red. But what if this thing exists somewhere other than the real world? Something that is indescribable, unimaginable, something that is beyond human understanding.

Another example. We can say a person is talking and walking at the same time, it is possible, but there is something that is never going to be possible, that is: this person is talking and not talking at the same time. So, using our language, we can build something that is very analogical and beyond people’s understanding:

I saw a person walking along the street, he was talking and not talking at the same time, he had only one color, but he was both blue and red.

This is the power behind our language and logic.

[Tautology. He is sleeping or he is not sleeping

And there is a joke about this. What is the probability of seeing a dinosaur on the street? 50%, because you are either going to see a dinosaur on the street or not see a dinosaur on a street.

A triangle has three angles.

A widower has no husband.

Nonsense. The Eiffel tower is linguistic.

Deduct and induct.]

 

I

Bunny said he had arrived. Right beside my apartment.

I ran downstairs, and after turning a corner, I saw him standing near the curb beside the street.  The weather wasn’t extremely hot but he was wearing cool clothing; a loose Nike tank almost wrapped his knees, a pair of shorts, and worn-out dusty white sports shoes. He’d be only black and white if he wasn’t carrying his conspicuous red fenny pack, which had a Sesame Street image printed on it.

 He waved at me after he noticed my arrival, with a slightly embarrassed but not dramatic smile on his face, I could clearly see the freckles on his cheeks without moving closer, even though I had bad vision.

I thought I was going to take him with me to my apartment.

I should’ve stood still, turned back, without even looking back at his facial expression, gone past that corner I just went tough, and immediately dashed into the side door to find a corner with a window watching him driving away with his car.

But I didn’t know.

I bent to my knees and started to weep tears. I beg him to stop.

But he was standing there, waving, and smiling, just like a God.

I am culpable.

 

II

Mrs. Sheep and Mr. Boar invited me to dinner.

Went past Mrs. Sheep’s restaurant, and through a back door, I saw a vast workshop.  In the front of the workshop, there was a compartment with three windows, each had a rather long queue at the front, after I saw a man at the window taking over the medications handed by the pharmacist inside the window, I realized this huge workshop was a pharmacy that produces and sells medications at the same time. Behind the compartment, there was a very complicated assembly line with at least twenty workers working on it. The line was connected to a narrow path to the compartment where all the finished product could go through. Oddly, besides the assembly line, there was a dining table, which seemed so out of tune with the surroundings. The table was wrapped by a piece of red cloth without any detailed pattern on it. Mrs. Sheep and Mr. Boar had already been sitting by the table, waiting on me. Though the workshop was filled with the machine roar and the conversation of the crowd, I could still hear Mrs. Sheep calling on me, telling me to join this dinner. I realized it must be her gesture rather than her voice that made me notice she was calling me. Because of the noise, a normal-hearing person won’t be hearing any voice from her mouth but paying his attention to her slightly exaggerated waving gesture. I sat across from Mrs. Sheep, only to notice there wasn’t any utensil or plate for me, where Mr. Boar was still burring his head on his plate, devouring the meat with relish.

“You can start eating now.”, said Mrs. Sheep. Her hand was pointing at the air right in front of my face, where I could not find any food to start with. So, I began to pretend I was eating something. I grabbed the non-existing fork and knife and started to cut the meat just like Mr. Boar did, then put a chunk of meat that did not exist, into my mouth. I saw my old colleague, Monkey, went past the table and greeted Mrs. Sheep. He was still working, as a part of the workshop.

Suddenly, I saw Mr. Boar stop eating. And then a flame started to spread the workshop, from the center of the assembly line. Before long, the workshop turned into fire. The people which had lined up in front of the pharmacy windows now became a huge fireball, just like a swarm of burning flies. The last thing I saw, was that man who had taken the medications previously, with the fire burning all over his body, dancing with enthusiasm, singing some nonsense mad words, staring at me with his hollow eye sockets.