A.I. Sentience, Technology & Human Evolution

I’ve been thinking a lot lately on what it means to be human in an ever increasing technological civilization. Many books and films have delved into this subject, and as time goes on those stories seem to become more poignant. A few of my favorite films and/or books have been about the very same things.


I recently finished watching HBO’s WestWorld series, which has become yet another gem in the network’s many original series. Inspired by the old 70’s movie of same name, this iteration boasts a talented cast of actors, beautiful but subtle effects, and a deeper story of the android populated theme park’s origins and it’s possible implications. A few of these androids begin to remember past experiences in previous roles they once played, and the many tortures and deaths dealt to them by park guests. It is this loop of suffering that finally awakens a chosen few, and we see each of their journeys to discover who and what they really are, and to hide it from those who would erase their sentience.

We get vague questions and answers on how and where an artificial consciousness might emerge and evolve over time. The writing is very good, and there are nuances here and there that demand reviewing (which I have yet to do). The series seems to build its own mythos in terms of the development of consciousness. The point of view of the android characters certainly paints a pessimistic view of human beings that sadly, is not entirely untrue. We are intellignet and destructive animals often bent by our base desires, even if we lie to tell ourselves otherwise.

Which begs the question, would an artificially created sentience be of the same mold as its makers, or perhaps more of that brilliant potential we could be if we left our vices behind?

Many people have the fear that artificial intelligence could end us all at some point. That could be the case, or they could be a force for greater good. How much does the designer of such a creation influence its overall nature? If experiences shape its development, will they have to be strictly controled in order for it to be considered sane? Can a machine become insane? (I read a scene in Neal Asher’s War Factory about a warship/factory gone insane. Quite disturbing.)

I believe there is a stark difference in vantage point. The knowlegde capabilities and processing speed alone will outgun our own biologically given abilities. Then comes the idea of just merging oneself with said technology, not just as an individual, but as a further step in evolution. Technology is the one thing that evolves faster than most biological life. Anything from enhanced sensory functions, expanded computing capability, increased physical strength, and decreased aging can all be conceived of with future technological development. It will be possible, but how will it change what it means to be human, or even an individual remains unanswered.


One of my favorite films (along with the manga that inspired it) is Ghost in the Shell, which just so happens to tackle just that. The main character, a cyborg, has a bit of an identity crisis on her hands, and while she hunts down a mysterious thread of “brain-hacking” incidents, she comes into contact with an emergent AI. I don’t want to spoil too much, but it’s a great film if you’re into philosophy, advanced technology, AI’s, and cyborgs.

The implications for this kind of technology would be a kind of evolution, at least for some of humankind that wanted to move past our current form and function. So, in a sense, there could end up being two species; average baseline humans, and posthumans who’ve undergone augmentations. This could mean potential for war between the two, but I guess it depends on who could disable the other faster to outright avoid complete annihilation.

This change would also mean expanding the human experience to include greater intelligence and desire for more cerebral pursuits rather than focusing on what our limited biology allows. I have a feeling that nanotech could be utilized greatly for regenerative purposes in the body, maybe even rebuilding the human body little by little with more durable materials that mimicked biology. If fully machine, maybe we could have a fun swarming function for travel, or to make oneself a more shapeshifting entity.

As we become more fine tuned in our design, we could potentially travel the stars, colonize space, search out other worlds, find alien life. Maybe by then, we’d become something we can’t forsee, with goals not currently in our comprehension.

But for now, we’re just a bunch of naked apes running around the surface of a mudball hurtling through space. Well, I can still dream…


Exile Dawn – Ch. 2


Nevi woke the following morning intent on finding an up-to-date star map to begin her search. She used the room’s terminal to download one of the latest versions to her Occam; an all-in-one device for communication and computing needs. The map would be able to update itself periodically when connected to a terminal.


Nevi tapped a small button on the Occam’s keypad, activating the holo-display function. A luminous green menu materialized in the space in front of her. She quickly accessed the map, and a quarter of the room lit up with star systems. Most of the systems were numbered or labeled with their given names.


The level of her task would be daunting, Nevi knew. She first searched the Ayehelene system, since she was already within it. About four worlds were already colonized, with two in the process of terraforming, and three being inhospitable to life. She did note, however, that several moons were as of yet untouched. She’d need to sift through their profiles to gauge which of them would be the best candidates.


Nevi saved the preliminary search results, and went out to the hotel’s cafe for a quick breakfast. She left to take a walk before returning to her room. She followed a boardwalk path through a nearby park filled with alien greenery and the sound of distant waterfalls. Nevi didn’t get very far without realizing someone was following her. She instantly chided herself for wandering off alone.


She had no option to turn back the way she came, and running forward was a risk without knowing where the path ended. Before she could think further on it, a gravelly voice cried out behind her, “World killer Ynewt! You die today!”


A hooded man came running round the bend aiming a gun, his face possessed by rage. Nevi ran as fast as her legs would move, mentally anticipating hot piercing bullets entering her flesh. She saw a clearing up ahead where the path crossed into a local marketplace. Desperately, she kept pushing her body to run just to reach that exit.


One shot rang out, followed by a second, urging Nevi to run faster. She barely made the clearing as the third shot hit its mark. The white hot bullet seared through her, spinning her around enough to catch sight of the escaping gunman. Her whole body tensed from the impact as she collapsed into the throngs of the marketplace. Nevi could hear people screaming at the sight of her gushing blood, and the nervous footfalls of those surrounding her fallen form.


Blood spurted from Nevi’s wound, pumping in rhythm with her slowing heartbeat. A weakness spread through her body, as sight and sound began to fade. As time seemed to drag on and become dream-like, Nevi thought she felt a pressure being applied to her wound, and a large figure looming over her. All she had time to parse was a striking pair of heterochromic eyes, and a man’s voice asking, “Can you hear me?” And then her world went black.



Slowly emerging from unconsciousness, Nevi’s vision was blurred for a few moments. Dull aches in her body made themselves known upon waking. As she motioned to lift her left arm up to run her eyes, a sharp pain spasm in her shoulder retaliated. She gasped and winced, and it was then the memory of the attempt on her life resurfaced. Her left arm was in a sling to restrict movement. It was also then that she realized her would-be murderer was a bad shot.


Nevi turned her attention to her immediate surroundings. She found herself to be in a hospital room without remembering when or how she got there.


“Oh, you’re awake.” Someone said.


Then she remembered that voice, and the pair of differently colored eyes.


Weakly, Nevi turned her head to the side to see a man sitting in a chair next to the bed. He was of a pale peach complexion with close cropped light brown hair. As he stood slowly, she saw that he wore a old pilot’s jacket and a pair of beat up jeans.


“You’re in a hospital,” he said. “You were shot in the street. I managed to stop the bleeding and brought you here. I figured I’d wait until they said you were stable.”


Nevi sighed, relaxing a little. “Thanks.”


The fascinating heterochromic eyes belonged to this man, she realized.


“My name’s Leon Erastis,” he said. “Yours?”


She answered, feeling mouse-like in her current condition. “Nevi Ynewt.”


“Well, Miss Ynewt, I don’t know what you’re involved in,” Leon mused. “But you’re lucky that guy was a bad shot. You still lost a lot of blood.”


“Thanks, for coming along when you did.” she replied meekly.


Leon nodded. “You’re welcome.” He paused. “You staying somewhere?”


“Yeah, a hotel, in town,” she answered. “I arrived here from another system two days ago.”


“I live in town,” he said. “Once you get patched up here, I can drive you back to the hotel.”


“I’d appreciate that,” Nevi said. “I guess I lay low for a while, since it appears I’m being followed.”


Leon asked, “Why, if you don’t mind me asking, are you being followed by people who want you dead?”


Nevi let out another heavy sigh. “It’s a long and sordid story.”


Leon nodded, clearly intrigued. “You can tell me later,” he said. “You should rest for a while. I’ll be back to pick you up in a few hours.”


Feeling incredibly drained, and gave an agreeable nod. “Thank you, Leon.” she said, the gold-white chromatiphores florescing on her cheeks just before she drifted off.



Nevi awoke about four hours later, her stomach growling furiously. Leon arrived not long after she awoke.


“Good evening,” he said. “Feeling any better?”


“Yes, better,” she said. “And hungry.”


“Good, we’ll grab something on the way to your hotel.” said Leon.


As Nevi dressed, she got a good look at her wound. It was going to leave an ugly scar. She signed off on all the discharge forms, and was given a supply of prescribed antibiotics and painkillers.


Leon’s truck looked weathered and beaten, with paint scuffed, a little rust, and worn upholstery. The truck’s bed was filled with parts, old and new, from a multitude of aircraft.


Despite its worn condition, the truck ran smoother than Nevi had expected. While in route, she applied one of the antibiotic bio-patches to her arm to keep the risk of infection down. The patch would slowly dissolve as its utilized its payload. There were painkillers in her supply that worked that same, but she hadn’t needed any yet. She’d been given an injection of pain meds that would last at least twelve hours.


Nevi was hungry, and while Leon drove, she occupied herself by staring out the window. Helena was beautiful, she thought. Too bad her enemies had followed her here. She found herself wanting to stay the more she saw of it.


Leon stopped at a cozy cafe tucked into one of the city’s modest shopping malls, not far from the hotel. They bought coffee, and Nevi chose a sweet fruit-filled pastry to sate her hunger. She devoured it appreciatively, and sipped at the foam cup of coffee.


“I really should be thanking you more.” she said.


Leon allowed a slight smile to creep across his mouth. He couldn’t hide his curiosity. She’d noticed him staring at the glowing dots that danced on her skin.


“They’re called chromatiphores,” Nevi informed him. “They glow and dim depending on health or mental state. Some animals have them, but hardly as flashy as those evolved on Seras.”


“Seras? I’ve never heard of that world.” he admitted.


“It’s a small world, a moon actually. Not many other colonies know about us.” she explained.


“Us?” Leon inquired.


“Strobes,” Nevi answered. “That’s what my people call themselves. Mainly due to our personal light shows, but also for a defense mechanism we’ve evolved.” She let a smirk slide across her face then.


Leon leaned across the table to peer at Nevi’s face, his eyes tracking the tiny pores flashing and dimming in patterns and sequences uniquely her own.


“Almost like watching stars twinkle in the night sky.” he murmured.


Nevi smiled, and Leon bashfully backed away. He proceeded to tell her that he hadn’t even planned to be in the marketplace were it not for a specific part he needed. It had all been an odd stroke of luck that he’d been at the right place at the right time.


“So, have you lived here always?” Nevi asked him.


“No, I came here after I served as a merc for a while.” he answered, his demeanor turning slightly more serious somehow.


“How long?”


Leon sighed heavily. “Since childhood.” Then he looked her dead in the eye. “I was born an indentured clone. We built an enclave here for ourselves when we were liberated. One which I’m no longer allowed to return to.”


Second chapter of this project. Just a taste of things to come. I have other older projects I need to work on finishing. I’ll drop little pieces of projects here and there when I can.

Let me know what you think. Thanks for reading.

~ Angela