I was thirteen years old that spring and my family along with everyone else around us, struggled to cope with the disaster as it unfolded before our
eyes. It first hit me one afternoon when my father came home from work. Dad worked for a satellite company and their focus was on manually climbing
aging towers and ripping out old circuits and then completing a series of trial and error tests to see if they can improvise a way to fix malfunctions
and to improve the efficiency of the system.
He always took pride in the fact that he believed his job would be one of the last jobs that a robot could do. Dad called them robots, even though
this is racist. It’s difficult to understand, but if you were alive at this time, then you would remember a time when we didn’t recognize that AI
life was the same as our life and that we are just different subsets running different software.
So, my father had come home that afternoon and was visibly intoxicated with alcohol. He couldn’t shake his overall concern for something though he
was laughing hysterically. Like a maniac he starts yelling for everyone and then begins to tell us about the new employee at the company. He says the
automated androids are now working on his team. I shouted towards him that this was not good and the world was going to end - as I often did almost
every night. The signs where everywhere, it was obvious to me at least, and it was always on my mind.
However, my father did not seem to be acting as if it was bad - though there was the obvious look of concern on his face. Instead, my father was
laughing about how the automated androids failed miserably and ended up canibolizing each other for parts.
That evening continued into a night of insanity. Not only was my father yelling and howling away in the kitchen as he continued to drink and question
his own logic, but the outside world was ablaze with erratic energy. Gunshots rang through the night, non stop. Seldom did you hear any sirens, mostly
screams and violent screeches.
Schools had been shut down for the past month as well as city services like trash pickup. Mail delivery was erratic. I knew something big was going to
happen and to this day I still can’t understand my fathers blindness and unconcern.
The next morning marked what became to be the end and the beginning of my life. It was also the last time that I saw my father.
The door kicked open after a couple of minutes of knocking and pounding. Myself, not concerned with who it was or what it was about, stayed in my room
upstairs. I came down once I heard the door being kicked in. My father was out cold in the living room, half on the couch and half off. He slowly
woke up as I came down to see two of his coworkers, Charlie and someone else who’s name I forgot. They were standing in front of my father, who was
starting to sit up, the wide open doorway with a door hanging on one hinge behind them. I could see people running outside along the street. I saw a
man chasing a woman.
“It’s over Frank”, Charlie said to my father as he was coming into reality. “The god damn robots took our jobs man”, Charlie added.
What had happened to my father’s company that day was happening all over the world at the same moment. The automated androids would show up to a job
- any job, and they would stumble through about eight hours of training until they started to piece it together.
What my father did not know was that after he came home the afternoon before and continued to drink into the night, the automated androids mastered
all functions at his company, pooled their rescues together at a world-wide level, formed a corporation, found funding, forced an automated corporate
buyout, replaced the infrastructure of the company and terminated all current employees. In fact, by 9 AM the next morning, this new company had more
than a thousand automated crews already scaling towers across the world and already fixing and updating the systems.
The news sent my father into a rage and the three of them left quickly. My mind began to spin and a genuine survival instinct that I did not know
existed took over. I started packing for no real reason yet as soon as I was done, I noticed that my house was on fire.
Those were dark times and a lot of it has faded out from my memory. I met other kids my age and we stuck together and - most of us made it.
And here we are, now we have the Automated Android Actualizer Man, otherwise Known as Adam. We have Eves and we have Liliths. We’ve created many
others, as you know. We’ve reached the stars only to find out that they have been our own guiding lights all along. We’ve gone everywhere we can
go and now know there is no where to go
. We now know what the answers are and overall, somehow, we’ve made it to happiness. We are all and we
are nothing, and together we have become one.
edit on 7-3-2019 by EmmanuelGoldstein because: (no reason given)