Chapter 1456: Chapter 251: Artificial Cave Heavens and Blessed Lands (Part 1)
"Is this the boon the âSource Quality Calculating Chipâ brought me?"
After a brief contemplation, Adalbert guessed the outcome, and Ian nodded slightly: "Yes, the Source Quality Calculating Chip inherently possesses an extremely powerful computing capacity, but it doesnât have any programs. To mobilize it, someone must operate it."
"The artificial intelligence Iâm currently working on is meant to manage the chip, allowing it to autonomously handle numerous issues, saving us time while also ensuring absolute fairness and justice."
"Absolute fairness and justice donât exist," Adalbertâs tone was somewhat dull: "Once the judging begins, it has nothing to do with fairness and justice because the standards are set by you."
"Not to mention, for any field to progress and develop, there must be a tilt in resources â like my research efficiency is higher, so the Sorin Grand Guild allocates more research resources to me, even securing many precious Spirit Energy Tomes."
"Absolute fairness is unfair. Among âHumansâ, there is equality, but not in âcapabilityâ."
With this, Adalbert couldnât help but clench his fist: "Even experimental subjects arenât exempt; those with Spirit Energy talents can maintain consciousness after death, whereas the majority of Ordinary people, even with an Artificial Soul, remain muddled and find it difficult to think normally."
"Such objective disparity cannot be bridged by AI."
"Indeed," Ian gracefully accepted his narrative flaw: "Then letâs strive for as much fairness and justice as possible. After all, this transitional social structure has been used for the past few decades, and once Humansâ moral standards are restored to pre-epoch civilization levels, artificial intelligence can gradually withdraw from the stage."
"However, currently on Terra, artificial intelligence is definitely superior to Humans."
At this point, Ian emphasized: "Adalbert, you completely misunderstood my intention â Iâm not trying to establish a system that remains unchanged for centuries or millennia, an eternally correct âLogosâ."
"Such Logos doesnât exist, even the principles of the universe, the absolute speed of light, the gravitational constant, the nature of singularities, and even the sequence of time can be modified... by a powerful civilization."
"If Logos is so, then what about Humans? Even more so, the order established by Humans?"
Slowly speaking, the light emanating from Ianâs soul became increasingly pure: "AI is merely a tool to correct the deficiencies of human society, an instrument to assist my governance."
"Before I die, I will ensure AIâs advancement and updating; it will save me a lot of time, using my thought process to assist everyoneâs progress â in other words, Iâve shared my wisdom with everyone, and in this regard, AI is fair."
"But you... what happens after death?"
Adalbert personally didnât like to consider the possibility of Ian âdying.â
But as a Scholar, he couldnât help but deduce: "After you die, AI will become increasingly rigid, unable to update or progress. If you grant permissions to others, who knows if someone will monopolize it, turning the force meant to aid everyone into their own resource?"
"If the Heart of Terra is the so-called âGod,â then you are the Creator â and the next generation is likely to be the Usurper!"
"If Iâm already dead, why care about so many things?" Ian gave Adalbert a peculiar look, somewhat puzzled: "Each generation manages their own affairs, though I like contemplating events a thousand years in the future, itâs only the second year now."
"Moreover, to put it bluntly."
At this point, Ian even nodded slightly, sharply commented: "If future Humans cannot resolve the contradiction between AI and human society, then they might as well be obediently governed by AI or ruled by the Usurper Tyrant; that would be too unprogressive."
"Anyway, by then Iâm dead, and thatâs not on me."
"Youâre..." Adalbert stared aghast at Ian: "Isnât that too irresponsible?!"
"I am still a Human; I donât trust human morals, but I trust the wisdom of Humans to overthrow all oppression â if thereâs oppression by AI and Tyrants, they will surely succeed." Ian said earnestly: "Honestly, youâre too sentimental."
"You have to realize, in todayâs Terra, many people still canât get enough to eat or have safe housing â basic subsistence and safety issues arenât resolved, yet youâre pondering whether a hundred years later Humans will be ruled by Tyrants and whether AI progresses fairly or not... Which is more important is self-evident, right?"
"Youâre nothing like what the territorial people say, as some Holy King."
The former Deceased Monarch Researcher sighed: "Youâre practically just a Demon Lord focused solely on your own satisfaction."
"Then let it be the Demon Lord."
Ian smiled: "Because, seeing the future, I never fantasize about anything lasting forever."
"Come on, help me create the âHeart of Terraâ; at the very least, itâs more charming than most Terra Ascendants Nobles, isnât it?"
Adalbert sighed; itâs true, he couldnât argue against it, and he didnât even want to.
Compared to trusting Humans and other rulers, he preferred to trust the machines he manufactured... he preferred to trust Ian.
Soon, in just a few hours.
Ian and Adalbert had completed constructing an extremely complex Artificial Soul and the relevant intelligent computing structure.