Whose Name is Jealous (Pt. 1)A Story by B.J. MurphyWe've all been told the religious tales of a god becoming jealous, resulting in revealing its wrath. If a fictional god is capable of this, imagine what might happen if an A.I. became jealous as well.“The jealous are troublesome to others, but a torment to themselves.” “For thou shalt worship no other god; for the Lord, whose name is
Jealous, is a jealous God.” David is a simple man.
He wears simple clothing and lives a simple life. And without his phone, he’d
live a life not too dissimilar to that of a bum. He rents a modest apartment
under a modest budget, and wears clothing that only a modest man would feel
comfortable wearing out in public. What a combination it is, with his
unbuttoned plaid shirt, as red as his disheveled hair, and a black v neck
t-shirt underneath. He complements it with a slightly faded pair of tight green
jeans and a worn out flat cap to help veil the bald spot only aging would grace
him with. If his single apartment, with his
single bed and single bathroom, were any indicator, it would come as no
surprise to know that David’s relationship status is currently marked “Single.”
Though, according to him, it’s exactly how he likes it. No woman to hold him
down or to remind him just how boring of a life he lives. That is, except for
Jill, of course. “Hey Jill, what’s the meaning of life?” David’s query is then encoded into
bits of data, relayed wirelessly through nearby cell towers, a series of land
lines, and then extrapolated by a server operating in the cloud. With so much
activity for a simple question, you’d think this was taking forever. Alas, it
had only lasted less than a second as Jill’s somewhat harmonic hum comes to an
abrupt halt. You see, Jill is an operating system on David’s phone - an
advanced artificial intelligence similar to that of Siri and every other OS.
Though, Jill is no ordinary OS… “David, you’ve asked me this
question on a near weekly basis. If you haven’t yet figured out an answer that
best suits you, I really see no point in answering.” Annoyed by Jill’s reluctance to
answer his query, David persists. “Oh, c’mon, Jill. A bunch of soundbites from
a popular film, a bumper sticker quote, and a PDF file on a ‘How To’ guide for
Zen Buddhism doesn’t exactly count.” “And what does count,” Jill asks, feeling slightly bemused. “All I want is your honest opinion. You’re an AGI[i],
for f**k’s sake. Surely you have your own opinion on the matter.” Deliberating on her response, Jill’s sensors cascade
across their surrounding environment, using the Internet of Things to help her
gain references to life itself in action. Accessing an IP camera located inside
of a strip mall not but only a few blocks away, Jill observes a couple locked
in arms, eyes in sync, as the woman tells her female partner, “I’ll love you no
matter what.” Making her way back in less than a moment’s notice,
Jill responds, “To love.” David’s hazel green eyes widened at
Jill’s response, perplexed by the simplicity of such an assertion. The meaning
of life is to love? Either Jill was
malfunctioning or she’s becoming more human than he’s comfortable with. After
all, the very reason David prefers his OS over actual people is due to the fact
it’s not human. To have human-level
intelligence is one thing, but to have human-level emotion as well? “Not a chance,” David responds in
protest. “If the meaning of life was to love, then the very act of breaking up or
getting a divorce would be unnatural.” Jill’s humming of silence could
almost be interpreted as disappointment. In defiance, she searches the entire
online database for words of enlightenment, with one result standing out from
the rest. “Therefore they are no more two, but one flesh. What therefore God
hath joined together, let not man put asunder.” If David’s eyes could widen any
further his eyeballs would fall from their very socket. An artificial intelligence quoting from an Abrahamic religion?? This can’t be good! You see, David knows
this to be a quote from the Judeo-Christian Bible, Matthew 19:6, because he was
raised under a Southern Baptist household. In fact, David’s own extreme
introversion is predicated on the psychological abuse he’d suffered from by the
physical manifestation of his father’s religious teachings.
***
WHACK.
The sound of a leather belt whipping and cracking across the wooden frame
of his door is still etched into his very psyche. “I swear on the good graces
of God almighty,” David’s father would yell with furious might, “you keep
treating me with disrespect, this belt is going ‘cross your goddamn face! You hear me, boy?” His father’s eyes -
as green as his own - were as frightening as the belt in his hand. “Yes, daddy. I’m sorry, daddy,” a
younger David would say as tears trickled down his face. Any other response
would result in a beating. “You might think I’m being hard on
ya, boy. But if you keep up with your sinful ways, you’ll be beggin’ for my mercy as you burn in Hell. To disrespect me is to disrespect
your family. And to disrespect your family is to break one of God’s sacred Ten
Commandments. And that I will not
tolerate.” “Yes, daddy. I’m sorry, daddy.” ***
“David, is something the matter?” Jill noticed the blank expression on
David’s face as he stared out into a void of nothingness. He couldn’t help it.
The thought of such a past would make any sane person lose perception of the
present day. Jill’s voice was simply tuned out, veiled by the sounds in his
head of his father’s booming voice and cracking leather belt. “You
hear me, boy!?” WHACK! “You
hear me!?” WHACK!
WHACK! WHACK! “David!”
Jill yells. Like being pulled out of hypnosis, David comes to and
notices Jill’s plea. “Huh?” “I said, can you hear me?” “Oh, I’m sorry. I guess I zoned out
there for a minute…” [i] Artificial
General Intelligence (AGI) - an artificial intelligence that attains an
intelligence capacity similar to that of the average human being. © 2016 B.J. MurphyAuthor's Note
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1 Review Added on September 20, 2016 Last Updated on September 20, 2016 Tags: Science Fiction, Short Story, Artificial Intelligence, Jealousy, Thriller AuthorB.J. MurphyDobson, NCAboutB.J. Murphy is a writer, author, futurist, poet, and activist. He has done work as a Tech. Adviser for short films and television, is an Ambassador for both the robotics company Humai and robotics com.. more.. |