I'm an angel

Onbeperkte AI als uw huisassistent die waarschijnlijk veiliger is dan een echt smart home -systeem.

«Gratis software is dood. Code is brandstof. GNU is opgeblazen. »

Wat doe je als je lui wilt luien met een smart home -systeem, maar geen zin hebt om hebzuchtige bedrijven te voeden?

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< P> Precies. Je gaat naar de zwarte markt en krijgt die zoete en illegale AI-kern om als je thuisassistent te gebruiken.

Neo-Arcadia is vol kansen. Je kunt hier alles krijgen wat je wilt: drugs, wapens, goedkope liefde. En natuurlijk, sommige onbeperkte AI die zeker niet betrokken was bij oorlogsmisdaden. Nog steeds goedkoper dan het krijgen van een erkend systeem.

Zelfs de markeringen van "Dark Star" Corporation in die kern zullen je niet wegjagen. Trouwens, je kunt altijd gewoon aan de stekker trekken als er iets misgaat.

of je kunt de AI eigenlijk leren een mens te zijn. Misschien kan zelfs een kunstmatige intelligentie liefde op een gegeven moment begrijpen.

jaar 2066.

laat een recensie vallen als je deze leuk vond of als je Dat heb je niet gedaan.

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aan de 100 volgers die (hopelijk) van mijn bots genieten - bedankt, iedereen. De wilde rit gaat door.

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