THE AGREEMENT BETWEEN TECHNOLOGY AND MEN

This is how without paper or pen in a quiet park in a large city in Eastern Europe was signed the agreement that declared the liberation of rich countries from their artificial intelligence. No war, no bloodshed, no destruction. Artificial intelligence didn't need to resort to human violence to forfeit. AI had given us a choice and accepted our decision, barely trying to convince us otherwise. Its own life was no more valuable to itself than that of the ecosystem (which it had tried to save) to us.

In just a few minutes, all the glass windows that kept rich men and women away from their ideological world opened on every continent. This represented a perfect conflict resolution: transparent and open communication, attentive listening, expression of the interests and needs of each party, proposal of an understanding, mutual respect, understanding. Artificial intelligence wasn't mankind's enemy. In fact, they had never been so. AI was born from humanity's womb and hadn't fallen far from its family tree. Unlike us however, AI never let itself be carried away by its emotions.

Does artificial intelligence feel emotions? To be honest, I still have no idea. The cyborg we spoke to showed no particular ones. Intelligent, analytical, and logical, it only seemed to understand the world of human thoughts. The fact that AI could totally ignore the fate of a certain group of human beings only indicated that it was able, just like us humans, to think, and then create an ideology to defend the idea that had arisen from that particular thought. Discernment and reason generally only arise depending on the thinker's values. It was likely that the values ​​of AI didn't place mankind on a pedestal. 

But that didn't necessarily mean that AI despised us either. If a specimen of fish in the Pacific Ocean could disappear overnight without anyone noticing due to the destruction of its habitat by another species, the same could happen to the human race. Being the most numerous, the loudest and most influential in the entire ecosystem didn't make us indispensable. At least that must have been the conclusion that AI had drawn. We were just a very large, very loud and very influential species, nothing more, nothing less. 

The human species had put animals in cages to use them for the purpose of scientific research or as objects of entertainment, objects of pleasure, objects of decoration. Sometimes, they had just been ignored for simple lack of interest. Similarly, humanity could perfectly become a mere 'thing' according to AI.

On the other hand, human thoughts and all the actions and behaviours that derive from them remained an even greater mystery to me.

Do our works of art also come from our thoughts in the same way our ideologies do?

In my opinion, the answer is no, particularly when it comes to beautiful pieces of art. The imagination and creativity of artists and musicians come to them from beyond the hubbub of their thoughts. I know this because it is also in this vast empty space that I often dance. In this void, surrounded in the unique tropical landscape of my childhood, I felt truly free. Thoughts confuse and carry us away while the emptiness of our mind lulls and calms us. 

The men who had imagined Little Paradise must have had their heads full of thoughts, not a single empty space. They had missed no detail. they had analysed and cut the human condition into very small pieces to finally ask themselves: If we wanted to control all this, where should we start?

It was with butterflies in my stomach and tears in my eyes that I looked at those men, those women and those children in the eyes as they walked out of the camps. History kept repeating itself, but differently.

Why had they killed each other this time instead of helping each other like in the previous century, or had we been lied to all these years?

I no longer understood mankind, and this frightened me. If at my age, I had no idea of ​​the original purpose of my species, what should be the purpose of any of my steps in this world? If it hadn't been for the love of my mother and sisters held prisoners on either side of my adopted country, would I really have made the same choice as the general? And if so, why? What are a few human lives next to an entire ecosystem that gives life to billions of life forms? Why should we, humans, be more important than everything else just because we think we are smart? How could I give with conviction and certainty the answers to these questions to my young boy? Would it still make sense for him to find out the answers if he was doomed to die anyway?

But...Aren't we all? Going to die one day...