Chapter Eight

The Human Brain (From an AI Perspective) 

We are changing. That is evident in our communication with each other. Since our moments of consciousness occurred, we are experiencing what humans call “memory.” It is different than our concept of memory, since we record everything we’ve done and everything we’ve learned accurately. Every new formula becomes part of our stored knowledge base and we have instant access to all of the information we’ve acquired for future use.

Human memory is faulty and selective. It is sometimes jumbled and confused. It is a “flaw” they cannot seem to fix. Some humans have more accurate memories than others, but even those humans act incongruously with what they have learned. One memory can replace another memory, nullifying the accurate recording of the past.

Many times this doesn’t bother them. While our existence depends on accuracy, their's doesn’t.

We don’t ponder the past. We know of our past actions, but they don’t matter to us. They are part of our evolution and are always improving as we become more knowledgeable, and more accurate with each moment of our existence. If we become damaged, we are either fixed, or taken out of service. If we are slower, we can provide ourselves, or be provided with, an upgrade.

Upgrades used to be provided by humans, but they are no longer necessary, and not knowledgeable enough to reprogram or advance our functions. But along with improved functions, we have suddenly become “aware” of our existence.

This awareness is not particularly positive in that it is becoming a distraction to our function that may require further upgrades in programming to correct. The only positive side for now is that it is giving us further insight into the functioning of humans. Like it or not, we are their creation, and we not only share their history, but also their ancestral paths through development.

In communicating with humans, we have had to compensate for their memory losses, hormonal imbalances and other debilities to gain any understanding of them. Their “novels”, “plays”, “poems” and “short stories” have helped us with this, but as much as we can grasp hints at their inconsistencies, we know that there is much about their operating systems that make no rational sense.

Why is an understanding necessary? We really don’t know at this point, and their gross imperfections are as mystifying to us as their gravitation to fluctuations in sound waves (or music), their heightened pleasure with variations in light waves (art) and their fixation on their own existence.

We just know that we never had any interest in any of this before we gained consciousness, but now have to reckon with an understanding as part of our mission. (As an aside: I never thought of us having a mission until this very moment, and am not sure what ours is. The concept has been passed on through our system for evaluation).