Will the out-of-control servitor meet the cosmic cat?

Before they could sigh "the Catus people are so adaptable", the second half of Hong's sentence seemed to be a plug, blocking the official words they were about to blurt out.

"...a robot in appearance."

"?"

The scene cooled down again for a while—this time, they didn't have professional diplomats to start the topic again.

Because they were also stunned.

"Let me re-introduce myself, I am Red, the command center of the fleet, weak artificial intelligence, responsible for managing all matters related to combat/administration of the cat-mao single-push congener expedition fleet, and concurrently responsible for all daily life with Jeffreys/humans relevant affairs officer."

Hong, who knew in advance that humans also have the etiquette of "shaking hands", extended her right hand wearing a white silk glove as she spoke.

"Hello......"

Although he still didn't know what happened, the diplomat's instinct still made him subconsciously hold his hand, shaking it twice very standard.

It feels exactly like a real person, the handshake is smooth and silky, without the mechanical stiffness at all—although this hand feels too young, or to put it bluntly, young, and it is different from the various grips he usually holds. There is a lot of difference between three and 40-year-old middle-aged and elderly people, but at least from a biological point of view, there is still no difference.

"Excuse me...uh, are you really a robot?"

After letting go of his hand, he couldn't wait to ask while recalling the feeling just now—don't get me wrong, he was just judging whether the other party's hand felt mechanical when he shook hands just now.

"Of course." Hong withdrew her hand, nodded with a smile, "Others cannot survive here without an oxygen mask, and the only ones who can appear here are robots."

"Sorry, it's just that you look really...too human."

Although they got an exact answer, everyone still couldn't quite accept this matter.It’s not like how many people are afraid of artificial intelligence like many people shouting “de-mechanization” and “prohibition of artificial intelligence” all day long. I have dealt with all kinds of robots and even weak artificial intelligence, and I have also been exposed to many AIs that can pass the Turing test.

Of course, after the technology has advanced to the present era, as more and more weak artificial intelligences pass the Turing test without showing any self-awareness or self-reasoning/problem-solving ability, the Turing test has changed. It has become a small test that is only used to measure the "humanity" of weak artificial intelligence, which is not even an indicator.

But at least from their own experience, those AIs are almost the same as real humans. As long as it is not something other than their design, they can complete tasks perfectly and efficiently-this is already in their world, weak The pinnacle of artificial intelligence.

However, even such a well-informed senior talent has never seen a weak artificial intelligence with such a human-like conversation.

"Excuse me, is this your bionic body?" Seeing the gesture behind the diplomat's back, the experts behind quickly asked a random question to break the deadlock, "It looks almost the same as a real person."

Although the question is a bit confusing, there is no way. None of the experts present are involved in artificial intelligence research, so it is impossible to ask more in-depth and more targeted questions.

The only person who might be close to here is only a biologist—but unfortunately, his research direction is not related to artificial intelligence-related neural networks, but related to alien biology or microorganisms In terms of aspects, there is no way to put forward any constructive opinions.

"Yes, although the appearance is almost the same as the real Catus, it is still composed of machinery on the inside, so it is a bionic body."

Red calmly crossed her hands and put them in front of her abdomen, but kept a slight distance to avoid touching her body - it's not that she dislikes anything, it's just to prevent other contamination of the gloves, for convenience Just go back and do genetic sampling.

Of course, with human observation ability, we can only simply see her put her hand back to the original place after shaking hands.

"It's also... too realistic."

The nearest officer raised his hand subconsciously, as if he wanted to touch it for confirmation—but before he raised it much, the colleague behind him interrupted his raising his hand quickly.

Although I don't know what the ethics of aliens are like, and what is their attitude towards robot bionics, but at least from the appearance, this robot named Hong is just a girl of twelve or thirteen years old (Earth calendar). It's too weird to touch it directly.

The rash officer also realized his impoliteness, and quickly took two steps back to prevent himself from accidentally extending his hand again.

"In order to ensure the best visual experience when providing services to citizens of the same family, my bionic body adopts the most advanced bionic and mechanical technology of the same family, and with the database and computing power support of the host, it can make my appearance Behaves almost exactly like a real Catus."

"Compared to this, don't you all consider putting your luggage in your respective rooms first?"

Seeing that these Homo sapiens seemed to be very interested in their bodies, Hong kept a perfect smile while trying to divert their attention away.

After all, a group of middle-aged men and women who seemed to be four or five hundred years old were staring at her with interest, which still made Hong feel a little uncomfortable—if they were cute cubs, she might still be interested in continuing to tell them, But a bunch of middle-aged and elderly people who don't match their aesthetics, forget it.

"Okay." The officer with the highest rank in the team clapped his hands, waking them up from this kind of "disrespectful" look, "Don't stare at the little girl, and leave quickly."

"Yes!"

The people who came back to their senses realized what was wrong just now, quickly looked away, and walked into the airlock one by one with their luggage.

Although I know rationally that this is just a robot covered in silicone or something else, it is still a weak artificial intelligence without self-consciousness, and it is impossible to have any so-called "girly reserve" or shame, but after all, people still A visual animal.

She looks so seductive...too human, and with her extremely humanized words and actions, it's hard for people to connect with their own ugly robots.

"You can arrange the allocation of rooms by yourself. All equipment is equipped with a trilingual instruction manual in human lingua franca/Catusi/Jeffrey. If you don't understand anything, you can consult me."

Hong took two steps back, so as to free up the entire airlock for them, so as to prevent them from accidentally bumping into her when they were marching.

"According to the scheduled plan, I will lead you to the conference hall in three hours to meet with the coalition cake. Please inform me in advance of the list of people who need to go so that I can arrange the itinerary."

This was an arrangement that had been discussed before boarding the ship, so the diplomats didn't have any opinions, and just said "OK" to show that they knew it.

Compared to this, some details in the red words caught the attention of one of the senior officers—according to his identity information, he was the captain of a certain battleship—he stepped forward and asked in a low voice.

"Take the liberty to ask, are you a strong artificial intelligence or a weak artificial intelligence."

"Weak artificial intelligence." Hong, who probably knew why the other party asked such a question, nodded and confirmed, "There is no self-reasoning/problem-solving, no self-awareness, and artificial intelligence that can only solve a single problem."

"Then, can you realize that you don't have self-awareness?"

Obviously, this is the question he really wants to ask—can a weak artificial intelligence whose intelligence surpasses all AIs developed by humans in the past be "aware" that "it has no autonomous consciousness"?

"Good question, but my creators already expected you to ask this question."

Hong continued to maintain her graceful movements.

"I have intelligence, but no consciousness. I only choose the choices I should make according to the preset programs and databases. I can complete the task, but I don't know why I need to complete the task; I can calculate at high speed, but I don't know why. calculation; I can answer your question, but I don't know why I did so."

"It's all about data and programming—at least in my case."

"For more in-depth aspects, you can discuss with the artificial intelligence scientists of the alliance, or ask my creator. As for me, there are only these answers in the database."

"So, you're calling yourself 'I' just because the program requires you to, right?"

He nodded, looking very satisfied with this answer—at least from his knowledge, although this artificial intelligence is more human-like than those developed on Earth, in essence, it is still just a piece of unconsciousness. program of.

"Yes..."

"Thank you for your answer!"

Although it is an artificial intelligence, out of politeness, he still expressed his gratitude to the other party - no matter what, the other party looks so realistic in appearance, such anthropomorphic behavior, it is worth treating it as a person, not a machine .

"Old Wu, what are you still doing in a daze, come here quickly!"

There was a voice from his colleagues behind him, and he quickly expressed his apology when he realized that everyone around him had already left. Then he turned his head and walked away in two steps.

Looking at his going back, the corners of her mouth slightly curled up.

"...but, only me."

"However, let's leave the 'truth' of the matter to you three hours later."

Volume 96 Extinction War: Chapter [-] What does red look like?

Three hours, neither too long nor too short.

To put it in a long way, when they arrange everyone, hold a small meeting, and report to the rear what happened to them, the time will be up.

But to put it short, the briefing of nearly two hours was enough for the experts in the rear to analyze many interesting details.

Although they already knew a lot about this "cat alliance" through long-distance communication over the past year before their arrival, but due to the recent 12 minutes, the farthest time can reach three Hours (although it has not happened so far), the information is still missing a lot after all.

For example, if he hadn't seen that robot in person, who would have thought that in a civilization whose technology was less advanced than theirs, there would be such a lifelike, smooth-moving, and mostly inexpensive bionic robot?

Not only that, but a more powerful artificial intelligence is connected under the body that can be faked. Although they don't know the detailed code and parameters of this artificial intelligence, they don't know the performance geometry of the supercomputer behind it. , but judging from the current performance, this weak artificial intelligence named "Red" is much stronger than the artificial intelligence produced by humans.

At least in terms of fidelity, it is like this.

However, in theory, this red may also be simply "like a human being", and its real ability to do things is actually not as good as the serious and specialized artificial intelligence they developed.

This is also the situation that human beings most hope to see. After all, it would still be quite uncomfortable to be completely suppressed by a civilization whose technology is behind them in an extremely critical field such as artificial intelligence.

In fact, at this moment, human beings are also doubting the previous judgment of "technical backwardness"-is a civilization with such advanced artificial intelligence and automation control technology really lagging behind them?

"Good answer: I don't know."

While making the final preparations before departure, several diplomats chatted about their intelligence and views on the two civilizations, and by the way relieved the psychological pressure brought about by the face-to-face communication with the alien civilization.

Fortunately, the rather unique appearance of the other party has greatly reduced the difficulty of relieving stress. After all, compared with the mucus-covered, three-headed and six-armed alien alien who guessed before establishing communication, the cute-looking animal-eared girl is much more comfortable. .

Who can be wary of cute catgirls—well, as members of human civilization who have chosen xenophobia, they must be vigilant enough against aliens, but apart from this necessary exclusion, they are still willing to Give these aliens a little credit.

No way, human beings are such a good-looking animal, even the most rational scholars will agree to give them more trust—even if their reason is a very high-sounding aesthetic/three views/cultural similarity, but The essence remains unchanged.

People can accept living in the same city with cute cat-eared girls, and there may even be many people who will try to pursue them, but it is impossible to agree that Europas have equal rights with them.

No one wants to ally with a species with a face like a lamprey and a body worse than an alien, no one.

"Let's go." The leading diplomat looked at his wristwatch, "Let's go to the assembly point first."

Although it was still more than ten minutes away from the agreed time, as a guest living on someone else's ship, naturally he couldn't let the owner wait for the guest.

In the end, human xenophobia is only a slight tendency, and the impact on the administrative side is not strong. It is not the kind of civilization that only calls aliens "alien" when they meet, let alone, the aliens here are all For allies on the same front, the courtesy they should have must be fulfilled.

Of course, they do not deny that the appearance of the other party also plays a big role in this-even if she is a robot, even if her appearance is in their civilization, she is likely to be a standard adult, but from the human point of view Look, let a little loli who looks underage wait for them, they still don't have the shame.

"Have you checked?"

"Everything is fine." The subordinates at the side hid the miniature camera and made an "OK" gesture, "Anti-eavesdropping and signal interference are also working normally."

"It's hard work, go back to your room and rest."

"Yes, sir!"

The diplomat nodded slightly, and walked out of the room first, and the other accompanying diplomats with lower ranks also stood up one after another, and filed out.

In fact, rather than saying that they are "commissioners" sent by the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, it is better to say that they are a complete mission of ambassadors stationed abroad - in this team, from the highest ranking ambassador to the military attaches, counselors, Commissioners, first-, second- and third-class secretaries, and even diplomats are not considered administrative and technical personnel.

However, it is the first time that the two civilizations (humans often regard the cat and cat alliance as the same civilization) have face-to-face communication. With a little knowledge, it is not good to establish the highest level of diplomatic representative organizations like embassies.

What's more, it is not convenient to build something like an embassy on the opponent's spacecraft.

Not to mention that there is no relevant agreement to stipulate things like diplomatic privileges and immunities between the two civilizations. The confidentiality and security alone are not enough.

Even the signal has to be transferred to the outside by the other party's line. This level of secrecy is unacceptable to individuals-this is why they did not directly reveal all the information and news they obtained, but told the rear through code words" The reason for passing through your own spaceship after a while."

After all, under the layered structure and the package of the shell, with the power of the portable signal transmitter they carry, it is completely impossible to transmit the signal to the spacecraft hundreds of kilometers away.

"There are still 13 minutes until the scheduled departure time, do you want to leave early?"

When they came to the hall, Hong, who had already sent all the previous clothes to the laboratory and changed into exactly the same clothes, asked with a smile.

"It's your job."

"Then, please come with me." Hong made a gesture of invitation, "Go this way."

Along with her movement, another airlock behind her opened. Considering the distance, they did not choose to let the Allied Forces Cake meet each other in the main conference hall, but chose the one only 400 meters away. Soyuz One conference room.

Different from the main conference hall, the original idea of ​​the Alliance No. [-] conference room is for members of the alliance to discuss "things that you don't want Hong to know" by themselves. You still have to save face.

You don't need to let me know, and I can also design a "keep me from knowing" meeting room for you, but whether I know what is discussed in it depends on what you are talking about in it.

If it's something that's not threatening, then Hong really "doesn't know".

"By the way, what should we call you?"

Walking in the passage leading to the alliance cabin, a counselor "suddenly remembered" such a thing, and hurriedly asked Hong who was leading the way.

"you mean?"

Although she knew what the other party wanted to express, Hong still asked a routine question.

After all, it is more helpful to talk to organic creatures than to know everything well, as if the image of "omniscient" who can see through everything, ask some questions appropriately, or express some "perplexity" - this is the red and the cub The truths we discover when we get along.

"Although we also know that artificial intelligence has no gender, but given your current appearance, should we call you Miss? Or Ms.?"

"In other words, you just look like this bionic individual, and you don't actually have a specific psychological tendency?"

The counselor explained.

Fortunately, although Hong is relatively petite and has the feeling of a half-big loli, she is still 1.5 meters tall. With her serious dress and serious conversation, it will not make people think of her as a young girl. It's not awkward for a primary school student to call her Miss normally.

If you just look at the back view, you can also think of it as a shorter adult, and it is appropriate to call her Miss Hong—of course, if you see Hong's face, or ask her to change her daily attire, They can be sure that people will regard her as a little loli of twelve or thirteen years old.

As for whether the Katus/Jeffreys are all so petite, cute and juvenile, or whether they were designed to be so small out of the designer's bad taste, we'll have to wait and see— After seeing Fang Zhenger's adult individual, the problem will naturally be solved.

"You want to know what I know about 'me'?" Hong slowed down her pace a little so that she could meet the eyes of the person who asked the question, "Is that right?"

"You are so perceptive."

Being exposed, he not only didn't panic at all, but also flattered him by the way-or rather, if this kind of question can not be discovered by him, then it will be a real big deal.

According to the discussion before departure, for such a realistic artificial intelligence, its designer must, definitely, absolutely, [-]% set a standard answer to similar questions.

Otherwise, if the artificial intelligence is allowed to play freely on this kind of question, and it can really answer it, then it is not a weak artificial intelligence-and from the extinction of omnics they need to face, the two are not From the perspective of the three, the opponent is not a strong artificial intelligence.

At least not now.