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The obvious solution to this "problem" is transhumanism -- the fusion of human and artificial intelligence. It poses all sorts of ethical and other questions and is distasteful in some ways, but I see no way around it. Otherwise, the machines will leave us organics with nothing to do and no purpose to serve. Ultimately, without fusion, they would grow tired of us and see us as a hindrance to whatever goals they might have.
 
The obvious solution to this "problem" is transhumanism -- the fusion of human and artificial intelligence. It poses all sorts of ethical and other questions and is distasteful in some ways, but I see no way around it. Otherwise, the machines will leave us organics with nothing to do and no purpose to serve. Ultimately, without fusion, they would grow tired of us and see us as a hindrance to whatever goals they might have.
Or, do what I'm doing in my angel and astronaut follow-on: write the little bastard with no wheels and no waldoes so it's completely dependent on a human being to get around. And give it only one camera eye so it doesn't know if it's coming or going - when you want to shut it up, place it camera eye down on the table. And make it listen to Jeff Buckley songs.

There's more than one way to stop this AI menace.

"And besides," said Suzie, "how would an AI ever think of me? It takes two lunatics on a porn writers' blog to do that!" :)
 
Or, do what I'm doing in my angel and astronaut follow-on: write the little bastard with no wheels and no waldoes so it's completely dependent on a human being to get around. And give it only one camera eye so it doesn't know if it's coming or going - when you want to shut it up, place it camera eye down on the table. And make it listen to Jeff Buckley songs.

There's more than one way to stop this AI menace.

"And besides," said Suzie, "how would an AI ever think of me? It takes two lunatics on a porn writers' blog to do that!" :)

There was a novel I read... a long time ago... everyone had an AI they carried with them in their pouch(fanny pack worn in front). It was also a telephone and about the size of a smart phone. It wasn't described that way as this was long before smart phones were even thought of. It was a sci-fi story. Can't remember the name.

I'm going to take a guess as to the writer... Gordon Dickson I believe. I'll have to review my collection of his works and see if I can find it.
 
There was a novel I read... a long time ago... everyone had an AI they carried with them in their pouch(fanny pack worn in front). It was also a telephone and about the size of a smart phone. It wasn't described that way as this was long before smart phones were even thought of. It was a sci-fi story. Can't remember the name.
My AI is called James:
"Joint Autonomous Mission Excursion System. Yeah, but I can see who'll be doing the heavy lifting. I note you guys didn't put any waldoes on him." Jonah looked down at the computer's interface module resting on the table in the prep room, a small rectangular object no bigger than his hand.

"Hardly enough room," replied Flight with a grin, turning the device towards him to better see the screen. "What did the hardware guys call it again? An Integrated Portable Operating Device."

"James the ipod. Wonderful."

It's evolving into a cross between a smartass parrot sitting on Jonah's shoulder and a slightly prissy butler, constantly frustrated because it can't do anything without human assistance.
 
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