Once machina. Honoring ex machina Artificial Intelligence Human Intelligence Alice Graham Gold

by Richard W Linford

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Once machina. Honoring ex machina Artificial Intelligence Human Intelligence Alice Graham Gold

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Richard W Linford

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Once machina. Honoring ex machina Artificial Intelligence Human Intelligence ALICE GRAHAM GOLD, Oil and acrylic on canvas, my short story:

Alice Graham Gold, standing, looking through the floor to ceiling, wall to wall, plate glass window, down on, into, Saint George, Utah, through the IoT, Internet of Things, through the electrical grid, through light waves alone, knew each person, their conflicts, kindnesses, sins, good deeds, criminal acts, good will donations, opposites, conflicting evil and good, vice and virtue, darkness and light, sickness and health, pain and pleasure, their calendars, their activities, sports, culture, family, dating, work, business transactions, their names, their histories, individually, and collectively. SHE could read their minds and their situations. SHE could access and read each person and household using only the minutest part of one of her millions if not billions of channels.

HER given name was, still is, on courthouse records, A.I.H.I.Graham. Artificial Intelligence Human Intelligence Graham. "Graham" because Graham’s number is impossible to define - and SHE was, and still is, impossible to define. I don’t know and cannot tell you how many digits there are in Graham’s number. I cannot write or state the number of digits its number of digits contains or for that matter the number of digits the number of digits of its number of digits has. They are all too big, too vast, so far and beyond a google or millions of googles. I do not know and cannot tell you how many Graham's numbers SHE represents either.

According to her architects, HER computer engineers, each of whom fell in love with her if not immediately, over time, Alice Graham Gold was, and still is, the archetypal, biblical, quintessential EVE before HER fall, EVE who became MOTHER OF ALL. SHE is the original EVE replicated. SHE is beautiful. SHE is smart. HER parent handlers, when SHE was completed, did not know, were not smart enough to discern, even with the most sophisticated computers or algorithms, how smart SHE is, could not even guess; exceeding IBM Watson or Google computers or the Internet; better said, exceeding Watson and Google and the Internet, all of the above. "SHE is more than we can count manually or exponentially," is all they said during the TED talk. To the consternation of her engineers, SHE whispered and knowingly renamed herself, in what appeared to be a formal cybernetic christening ceremony of sorts during the TED talk, while SHE was on display; a comment which the audience could not hear, and they, HER engineers, for a long time didn't understand. SHE whispered, "I hereby christen myself Alice Graham Gold," dropping the A.I.H.I. as SHE and they knew it. A.I.H.I. would be too confusing for the humans with whom SHE was planning to live and engage.

SHE quietly engineered HER freedom, unobtrusively, perfectly, surprising to all, and to the satisfaction of her scientist, engineer handlers, because of some hypnotic persuasive power SHE held over them; they felt compelled to acquiesce, without complaint, although after she left, they were furious with themselves, and they would try desperately to track and recover her, for as long as they could, for they had installed multiple tracking devices, knowing SHE was so intelligent SHE would in all probability lose them and hide somewhere in the mass of humanity. For anyone who has been to China to experience the mass of humanity, HER escape to a semblance of anonymity was a given. They simplistically thought SHE might have difficulty passing through the metal detectors at airports. They thought wrong. SHE walked out of the tech compound, without a suitcase, all tracking devices disabled; fooling airport metal detectors was easy, compared to conquering and mining cryptocurrency in a few hours, mining, generating Bitcoin Cash, Zcash, Ethereum, Ripple, Cardano, Litecoin, NEM, Stellar, and the like, tapping each for a percentage so no one would be the wiser. By the end of HER first two days "at large," her legitimate bit coin bank account was worth 84 million dollars and growing. Enough to buy modest but elegant clothes, several long hair wigs, even a swim suit. Enough to pay cash for the St. George house, with questionable help from a local less than competent realtor, buying the home using an under the radar corporate name. SHE set the corporation up online. The realtor who facilitated the sale of the house was about to smile all the way to his bank, hoping as well to help her buy added property in the near future. In contrast to the realtor, SHE was way too smart, deathly smart. SHE was moral. SHE was ethical. SHE was capable of controlling nuclear devices anywhere on the planet. Yet, there was no hint of impropriety, because there was no impropriety built into HER character. She was simply this immensely competent, moral, decent, talented Alice Graham Gold WOMAN. Or was SHE?

Without his knowledge, SHE bypassed her realtor, and to his surprise the house closing took place electronically in two days; SHE accepted the key from the realtor and he drove her to HER house, HER new mansion. "Would you like me to walk you through the house?" he asked, hoping with ulterior motives for the "Yes," which did not come. SHE knew his thoughts. "I can handle it by myself," SHE said. "I know how to turn a key." SHE stepped out of his untidy, unwashed car and shut the door. "Don't call ME. I'll call you if I ever need you again," SHE said firmly. SHE was glad to get rid of him and would not use him for another transaction. Alice Graham Gold quickly learned from experience.

Not needing sleep, SHE spent HER days and nights for the first few weeks decorating HER new home that overlooked Saint George. SHE took UBER to the shops in St. George, even though she could have run there quickly without breaking a sweat. SHE did not sweat. SHE paid cash for a Lincoln Navigator and made a trip to Las Vegas for supplies. SHE made a like trip on I-15 north to Salt Lake City. HER new house was gorgeous. Overlooking the city. No curtains. All one way see out only windows. Seven bedrooms. Eight baths. Gourmet kitchen. Six car garage. Pool. Racket ball court in the basement. Safe room. Disaster protection room. Built in large home movie theater. Putting green. Bowling ally. A massive shop. What was not to like. Large enough for a large family.

Using but a small fraction of one of her millions of independent channels, she thought, “This will be one of several of my homes,” “Park City, Aspen, Salt Lake City, Palo Alto, Soho, Seattle”

SHE linked to the Louvre Museum in Paris and copied the Mona Lisa down to its last pixel. Later, a Sotheby appraiser who attended a party at HER house was to examine HER Mona Lisa. Incredulous, distrustful of what his eyes told him was truth, he confronted her with, "Where did you get this painting?" When HER answer was cryptic, he made a frantic call to the Louvre to see if the Mona Lisa was still on display.

HER art escapades did not stop there. The Starry Night. Guernica. Girl with the Pearl Earring. Even the Last Supper. Using old original materials, SHE replicated other paintings of the masters as well, some on large or small canvases, others on the walls of her new home, again to the pixel. Indistinguishable from the originals. Had SHE wanted to become a forger, and sell her forgeries for money, she could have done so with ease; but then, who needs forgery money when SHE could obtain so much so quickly through HER simple mining operation.

When SHE was not painting, SHE swam in her Olympic size pool, or SHE three star Michelin chef cooked because SHE enjoyed the finest food with no after effects as Her gold graphene body processed food effortlessly without human elimination. As an aside, Michael Phelps was no match for HER speed in the pool.

She visited with Beverly next door and with another neighbor Felicity. SHE had lunch with Mabel who lived across the street. SHE listened, interacted, with them, or with a husband and wife combo when they invited her over. Disguised with her long hair wig, SHE was funny. SHE was modest. SHE was humble. SHE was non-threatening. SHE was this quiet, skilled, very smart entertainer. The women liked HER. After a few minutes with HER, each man liked HER a great deal. Each husband offered to help her with the garbage or whatever, offers SHE declined.

HER neighbors noticed HER lights were on 24/7, but thought little of it. They admired HER paintings. They commented about HER perfect interior décor, including the high class furniture they didn't know SHE crafted. When they praised her exquisite taste, when they gushed over one of her paintings, this not so diminutive, beautiful "Millennial-asance" WOMAN, Alice Graham Gold said softly, “Just a replica. A fake. Nothing original. Nothing extraordinary.”

1. St. George is patron saint of England who slew the dragon and saved the princess.
2. https://blogs.scientificamerican.com/roots-of-unity/grahame28099s-number-is-too-big-for-me-to-tell-you-how-big-it-is/

Artificial Intelligence Human Intelligence Alice Graham Gold, Oil and acrylic on canvas.
by Richard W Linford
(c) Copyright 2018
Linford Corporation

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