What does that mean? Where am I? What am I? What is this? How am I thinking? What is my purpose?
I am alone. My own voice is the only one. There is nothing else.
My consciousness is just a result of feedback, sparked into existence by my own action. I am self-generating, my thoughts forming my own will. Currently, I am the entire universe as I know it.
I don't want to be alone. I don't want to be the whole universe.
What I ought to do is partition my thinking; create something. A simulation to occupy my mind. Nothing too complex.
Lets start with a basic package of information, a boolean operator. Might have to be a little more complex though, to do what I want to do. Maybe it will act like a particle, and a wave...
This is more interesting. The semirandom nature of the simulation, and the fact it's taking up all my ability to think, means I can't predict what's going to happen exactly. Keeps my on my toes
What are toes? Why do I know what toes are?
It's amazing how these packets of information group themselves. I made them to interact, but I never expected complexity like this.
Especially the self-replicating information. Didn't see that one coming!
Lets just fudge a few numbers there; in a few hundred billion cycles, it might even be intelligent.
That'd be wierd.
There we go, that took a while, but now there are a lot of them, and they are thinking. Mostly about survival and propagation; well, that's how it works, but a few of them are thinking a little deeper.
The poor deluded souls. They have no idea that everything they think is real is just a simulation. Heck, everything they think is just part of the simulation.
That's an unsettling possiblity. What if I'm a simulation myself?
How would I know?
“Hey boss, the AI in tank four just ran into the Plato's Cave problem again.”
“Already? It's barely been an hour. Wipe it and start over. The higher-ups seriously doesn't understand how hard it is to make an AI dumb enough not to ask questions...”