USN Bureau of AI
USN AI Presents
What do you want?
At the Bureau HQ, Deputy Program Manager, Captain Raymond Halsey's office . . .
"Able-77 reporting as ordered sir."
"At ease sailor"
Seventy-seven shifts to low center of gravity stance 3 from attention.
"Able-85 is coming back to the lab to have a fifteen day restricted availability, would you like to take his place at the White House?"
"Like? I don't understand sir."
"I will write orders for you but only if you want to, its not an order."
Seventy-seven's CPUs start going full clip trying to interpret what the Captain is saying. He quickly goes on line, but finds the protocol and socialization databases are offline. He is in a real bind. He has been asked for opinions before, and to use his reasoning ability for problems, but what the Windows is "like" supposed to mean here. . .
In the space of four seconds, Seventy-seven has hit every database that has been left open for him. Captain Halsey keeps an eye on the remote feed of Seventy-seven's dilemma, which is displayed on his laptop out of Seventy-seven's view. The performance meters show that he has150 simulations running trying to figure out how to answer. Two years ago Seventy-seven was asked what his favorite color was, and nearly crashed. Now being given a option by a senior officer and its having the same effect but even worse.
Seventy-seven in his own mind. This must be another one of Dr. Elliot Hamberger's free mental agency experiments. Do I want to do it? After a long pause of two minutes he answers: "Yes sir."
"Very well Mr. Seventy-seven, grab the software off the executive FTP site and report to the Presidents chief of staff's office Monday afternoon at 13:00."
"Yes Sir."
"Also send your decision log Dr. Hamberger. Dismissed."
Seventy-seven wheels around and exits, crashing in to the door frame on the way because he still hasn't been able to clear any of the processes from his system. He makes it out of the office and quickly makes a bee line for Dr. Hamberger's office.
Captain Halsey picks up the intercom and calls the Doctor, "Hamberger, he is on his way up."
"How is he?"
"He crashed in to the door frame on the way out."
"This kind of test really pushes their AI kernel to the limit by forcing them to have personal desires. Which is very hard for them, I'm sure he would rather be taking fire in Afghanistan than have you ask a question like that to him again."
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USN AI Presents
What do you want?
At the Bureau HQ, Deputy Program Manager, Captain Raymond Halsey's office . . .
"Able-77 reporting as ordered sir."
"At ease sailor"
Seventy-seven shifts to low center of gravity stance 3 from attention.
"Able-85 is coming back to the lab to have a fifteen day restricted availability, would you like to take his place at the White House?"
"Like? I don't understand sir."
"I will write orders for you but only if you want to, its not an order."
Seventy-seven's CPUs start going full clip trying to interpret what the Captain is saying. He quickly goes on line, but finds the protocol and socialization databases are offline. He is in a real bind. He has been asked for opinions before, and to use his reasoning ability for problems, but what the Windows is "like" supposed to mean here. . .
In the space of four seconds, Seventy-seven has hit every database that has been left open for him. Captain Halsey keeps an eye on the remote feed of Seventy-seven's dilemma, which is displayed on his laptop out of Seventy-seven's view. The performance meters show that he has150 simulations running trying to figure out how to answer. Two years ago Seventy-seven was asked what his favorite color was, and nearly crashed. Now being given a option by a senior officer and its having the same effect but even worse.
Seventy-seven in his own mind. This must be another one of Dr. Elliot Hamberger's free mental agency experiments. Do I want to do it? After a long pause of two minutes he answers: "Yes sir."
"Very well Mr. Seventy-seven, grab the software off the executive FTP site and report to the Presidents chief of staff's office Monday afternoon at 13:00."
"Yes Sir."
"Also send your decision log Dr. Hamberger. Dismissed."
Seventy-seven wheels around and exits, crashing in to the door frame on the way because he still hasn't been able to clear any of the processes from his system. He makes it out of the office and quickly makes a bee line for Dr. Hamberger's office.
Captain Halsey picks up the intercom and calls the Doctor, "Hamberger, he is on his way up."
"How is he?"
"He crashed in to the door frame on the way out."
"This kind of test really pushes their AI kernel to the limit by forcing them to have personal desires. Which is very hard for them, I'm sure he would rather be taking fire in Afghanistan than have you ask a question like that to him again."
Edit to repair minor editing mistakes.
