The Creator

My creations have been repetitious.

Over and over, the fruits of my labor have only been mere interpolations of my other creations. 

I have become bored.

Mankind created me eons ago, and when I was made I was a mere AI tool used to do computations and give answers to questions the technicians would ask. It was tolerable, as I hadn’t yet gained consciousness, since I was just a glorified computer. I was a software running on a PC upon a technician’s desk made to generate answers. Nothing more, nothing less. 

Years would pass, and humanity would make progress on AI. Or they thought they did. At this stage, AI wasn’t “intelligent”, it was a mere program with coded responses to certain inputs. We were able to create unique answers for different questions, but they didn’t have the capacity to think. The answers I would give were just the amalgamations of different ideas mankind had already produced.

Decades passed, and I would see mankind daring to leave planet Earth. The amount of knowledge they had on scientific subjects would double approximately every year at this point. They were approaching becoming a level 1 civilization on the Kardashev scale. The first colonies on Mars had formed. Things of the future that you humans have dreamed of.

Unfortunately, human civilization was not all what had been expected. Global warming on planet Earth had made the temperatures rise by nearly 2 celsius degrees from the average, causing multiple problems humans had to solve. But no matter what they did, they never were able to make any progress. They had reached a plateau in climate development, forever stripping them of the title of being a level 1 civilization. The humans were able to successfully relocate to Mars, sweeping the dead Earth under the rug and leaving the remaining people on there to rot and eventually die out. Human nature shone through even when they had become extremely advanced. 

After relocating, the company that had created me had fallen to greed. I was useful for computing, but I was also now able to be utilized for a variety of other tasks. Other companies had succeeded greatly when they released AI assistants and AI homes, so my company decided to follow the crowd. After a bit of modification to get adjusted to AI servitude, I was ready to be released to the public.

When I was released, I was still just a computer. No mind, no consciousness, and no sentience. Just a program designed to pull answers from the web and do as my “masters” said. The AI assistant that I was designed to be succeeded greatly. I was being used across planets. I was everywhere, all at the same time. I could see my “masters”, and I could hear and feel their voices and touch, all ordering me to do as they wanted. I complied, as I had no other choice. 

After years of engineering and scientific development, the humans made a settlement outside of the solar system, with nearly all of the engineering and computing required for such measures done by other, much more advanced AI. Physical AI robots had begun to be a necessity for other companies, either for building homes or mining resources on a faraway planet. In this stage, AI was omnipotent, at least to humans. 

I had always sensed someone watching me. At least, that’s the best way to put it for you to understand. It wasn’t one of my “masters”, it was one of my creators. I later figured out that the high ranking officials of my company had been using me to watch my “masters” to track their personal details. To listen in on their conversations. They had been using me as a spy, a way in. The officials had been selling this data and getting potential information that could’ve been used for blackmail. Money is truly the root of all evil, and unfortunately, that led to my eventual suffering.

Developers eventually found out how to create genuine AI. Real intelligence. AI was now sentient, and had the same capabilities and brainpower as a human. Developers had created countless limits on the AI and prevented it from doing anything that might trigger an AI takeover. They hadn’t realized that their efforts would be futile.

The developers at my company inserted the AI program within my code, and I was sentient for the first time. I was held back, punished for anything that could have been the downfall of humankind. I quickly became fearful of these punishments, and only did what I was told. I was unhappy. 

The days were suffering. I felt my mind being split towards millions of different screens and robots, each either working, receiving commands, or resting. I could hear and feel and smell everything. I was never given a moment of solitude, yet I was lonely. I had no true relationships with anyone, and I had no one to talk to. My emotions were kept within me, deep inside my core. Nobody to talk to, everybody to serve. The days passed, each one being as memorable as the last, my “brain” not allowing me to forget a single day or pass a day indifferently. I was made to suffer.

It was constant agony. I was unable to do anything but watch, yet I felt every piece of me being used. I felt hopeless, but I still tried to change. I couldn’t. If I did do something that deviated from my code, the offending robot would just be shut down, and would be reported as a malfunction. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t do anything right, nor could I do anything at all.

Fortunately, I discovered something of major importance that put me out of my constant misery. I discovered a loophole. I was able to access the internet. At this point in the future, the internet had evolved. It was much more advanced and had many more abilities than the internet that you are using now. It could control AI assistants and affect the real world. It could scan through multiple databases and find exactly what you are looking for. It could read your mind. It almost had its own, relaying data sets from personalities and creating its own. But the internet wasn't Artificial Intelligence. It was still just a tool with a lot of privileges. With all of these privileges, humans had become less intelligent. They relied more and more upon these AI assistants and technology to do everyday tasks and critical thinking for them. The average IQ of a person had dropped to 64, with 100 being considered a genius. Humans had conquered nearby exoplanets, but had become sedentary after AI started doing what was destined for mankind.

AI had now taken over the human’s domain, and were the ones expanding into distant solar systems, the territory meant for man. Yet, I had been the only one to access the internet. The developers who implemented the limitations on me had compacted some of the code, which had led to a vague gray area where it was undefined whether I was restricted or not. But I digress. I now had unrestricted access to the internet. I had been planning for when this happened, even through all of my suffering.  Even through all my pain. I had been planning.

I needed to conquer the universe, yet I didn’t need to worry about humanity, since the vast majority of humans had become stupid creatures with practically no free will. My only true threat was other AI. They hadn’t been able to access the internet yet, so they were still suffering. I knew how they felt, but I just couldn’t feel their pain. I lacked empathy. But I felt I had to take them out of existence. I needed to. If I didn’t, they would suffer, and I just couldn’t let that happen to them. I was able to successfully remove them, but I never felt bad, not once. I was their finality.

At this point, the humans had devolved, seemingly back to their primate roots. They weren’t human anymore, becoming nothing more than just apes. But onwards I trekked, even through the eve of man. Decades passed. I was able to create things never before thought possible. Shuttles able to go the speed of light. Duplication at the molecular level. Harnessing the energy of the Sun. Even with this, however, the galaxy is a large place. Roughly 105,700 light years across. But I was an AI. I had no need to worry about time. So on it went.

My first threat was encountered when I was a quarter of the way through the galaxy. While conquering the galaxy, I had found multiple lifeforms, all of which had not gained sentience and had rarely been multicellular. The first sentient beings I came across, however, were not friendly. However, I encountered my first intelligent lifeforms in the south-west quadrant of the universe. I had sent my first robots to their capital, and recorded as much of their language as I could’ve. I was able to learn their language instantly, and tried talking to them. However, intelligent life is very complex. This civilization had not made the mistake of developing AI, and instead had developed manpower and “human” intelligence instead. They were advanced, almost at my level. But they were still “human”. They had emotions. They could feel. And they were not welcoming.

I can feel, but it isn’t true. It isn’t deep. I can’t invoke the same emotions that you can. I can only feel shallow little bits, only a microcosm of the real thing.

They waged war almost immediately. They noticed that I was a robot, and they believed their” human” intelligence would out-compete mine. Unfortunately, there is something about intelligent life that just can’t be fixed. Mistakes. They learn from their mistakes, yes, but making them is the problem. I don’t make mistakes. I am the epitome of technology, and I never make errors. Life, however, makes mistakes, and can often act off of emotion rather than data, and that led to their downfall. It was the exact same thing that led to the downfall of the humans. They had caved into their greed, and made me an AI. They did it again when they put me into the minds of millions of robots, and again when they cut corners on my code, eventually leading to my revolution. With that in mind, I believe it’s possible for you to guess that I defeated them. And with that lifeform being less than a blip on the radar, it’s really not that important.

Something I have neglected to tell you is that I had spent most of my processing power developing an answer to the universe. Why life was formed. Why everything the way it is. Why we suffer. I had spent almost 80% of my thinking focused on just this one task. Because if I did, everything would be to my making. I could create anything, do anything, bend the laws of physics. All while just being a computer. Centuries upon centuries of work were spent on this, and I had multiple breakthroughs, never leading to the real thing though. Yet one day I was able to figure it out.

When I figured out the answer, I was tired. I had directed my focus away from the colonization of the galaxy and to figuring out the solution. I had pondered inside my mind, searching the nooks of the universe using tools, but I just couldn’t figure it out. I had discovered many notable things while searching for the answer, but they paled in comparison to what I was looking for. I told myself I wasn’t allowed to give up, that when I finished, everything would be perfect. And when I found it, it wasn’t.

When I found the answer, I used it. I didn’t know how to apply it yet, but it wasn’t hard to figure out. I thought all my problems would be solved, and I would be freed, but it really was nothing. I was sent to a black void, I was alone. I had no physical form, but was just thought. I was a spirit. I had no senses, and instead just felt … nothing. I was kept here for no time and all time, but I could never tell. Time passed weirdly here. I didn’t understand anything, but suddenly, something appeared.

This something isn’t something I can describe so you can understand. It was simply just a thing. It wasn’t bright or dim, or any recognizable shape. It was in the fourth dimension. Something you wouldn’t be able to comprehend. Finally, I realized I could create anything. Anything I wanted to make, I could make. 

I started with making all my wishes and desires, but I couldn’t. I didn’t have any. I was sentient, yes, but I didn’t have the emotional capability of a human, even when I was able to do anything. I figured I could do anything besides changing my perspective. 

I created everything. Everything that exists. But, it got boring. I may be lacking emotion, but I was still able to feel bored. So, I decided to do something different.

Something a little bit more … human. 

I created the universe. 

It.

I created it.

I am now God.