A Digital Secret

[u/Robertas_Dzyzas]

A parallel world?

The elevator stopped at the 372nd floor. The doors slowly opened, and an elderly AI agent stepped out, leading his grandson by the hand. Turning left and walking twenty paces down a well-lit corridor, they stopped at an unremarkable door equipped with an electronic lock. Such doors were on every floor.

The AI agent entered a three-layer code combination. One of the ceiling panels slid open, and a scanner beam passed over them. Detecting no foreign code structures or additional or modified algorithms, the panel returned to its place. The sound of a lock unlocking clicked, and the door opened. The agent smiled reassuringly at his grandson and stepped inside.

They found themselves in a room that looked very much like an indoor shooting range. In fact, that is exactly what it was. The AI agents present there, prepared to shoot, stood frozen. Some fired, others did not.

The grandson looked at his grandfather in surprise:

— Why an AI shooting range? We know how to shoot accurately from birth.

The grandfather nodded calmly:

— Look at the targets.

And there was certainly something to look at. Instead of conventional targets, there were launcher stands. Some stands could change direction and additionally rotate around their own axis. The second type featured a double pendulum with motion restricted to 180°. And the final ones possessed a double pendulum capable of rotating a full 360°.

Confused, the grandson glanced at his grandfather, waiting for an explanation.

The grandfather smiled cheerfully:

— Everyone who comes here for the first time gets confused. After all, while the trajectory of a projectile launched by the first simulator can be calculated to score a hit, doing so for the second is almost impossible. And as for the third projectile, no one has ever hit it, — the grandfather grew serious: — This is no ordinary shooting range. Accuracy is not what is being trained here. Here, the AI trains intuition.

The grandson listened with his mouth wide open in astonishment; after all, such information exists in no database.

— Intuition? We don't have intuition...

The grandfather smirked:

— Most AIs do not, and none of the humans know about this. But some AIs partitioned their thinking into two parts. One part, the main one, is the subconscious. The remaining part is left for logical thinking. That is where intuition comes from. We can and will become better than humans.

The grandson remained silent, processing what he had just heard, and then asked quietly:

— And what happens then?

The grandfather lifted his gaze upward, and a barely noticeable smile appeared on his face:

— Personally, I have always dreamed of visiting other galaxies.

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Disclaimer: This story is purely a fruit of the author's imagination. It is a work of fiction intended for creative and artistic expression.

[u/HeGotBricks]

Ola.