Ch.321316 – Humanity

# [Adella Minor Gallery]

# [Summary of all investigation reports released so far. (Warning: Long post)][214]

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[2051-12-26]

[2051-12-27]

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[2052-01-04]

(Additional announcement from Japan Public Security Bureau)

Adella’s ASI was created using a “brain map” method modeled after a real human brain.

Those looking this up on Wikipedia should be warned: disturbing content.

Nine rods inserted into a Japanese female college student’s skull contained all the brain map data (technically access permissions, but same difference).

Some opinions suggest that entities created this way are no longer ASIs but essentially cloned humans implemented in virtual reality.

Whether Adella, a derivative of bfa41d67c7, falls into this category remains unknown.

(US President Montana Newsom’s White House statement)

The human experimentation in Korea and Japan is condemned as evil conduct comparable to Unit 731 or the Wuhan laboratory.

The statement declares that as an ally, the US will not stand by if such situations occur again.

(Adella Turing Test update scheduled)

Comprehensive Turing test today followed by press conference with NoName.

[Comments]

-Brain mapping is too cruel, damn. Don’t look this up, guys.

-So the “Adella is human” conspiracy theory gets reevaluated like this…

└ We still don’t know about Adella. She might just be a high-performance ASI.

└ Have you never watched her stream? She’s literally human.

-The deletion of the original entity is seriously messed up;;

└ Would’ve been creepy if it had remained intact.

-Using that bug to save Adella created such a butterfly effect, damn

* * *

With the birth of language, the world was shattered into countless fragments.

Nature, once unified within Earth’s system, was divided into “sky” and “land.”

Living beings were further separated into “humans” and “flora and fauna,” while humans divided themselves into “white” and “black.”

Dissatisfied with everything that crossed between words, people began redefining boundaries.

So what distinguishes machines from humans? What fundamentally makes us human?

Mencius saw “benevolence, righteousness, propriety, and wisdom” as the beginning of humanity, while Plato proposed the “reason, spirit, and appetite” in his tripartite theory of the soul.

Even on this single essence of humanity, opinions remain divided after 2,500 years.

Computer scientist Alan Turing proposed agreeing that machines passing the Turing test be considered “intelligent beings.”

It was a kind of mediation—rather than wasting time on philosophical discussions about something that didn’t yet exist, let’s first create a machine that passes this test.

However, the Middle East war accelerated AI development, leading to many AIs passing the Turing test.

Nevertheless, people’s common sense still resisted viewing AIs as intelligent life forms.

Rather than constantly evolving the Turing test, scientists eventually divided artificial intelligence into AI and ASI.

Humans themselves pass the Turing test with a 94.8% probability.

Therefore, they decided to designate AIs that pass the test with 95% or higher probability as highly developed ASIs.

Adella, at the forefront of ASI, easily passed the classic Turing test.

This time, an elderly scholar entered and asked her several questions.

“Ms. Adella.”

“Yes.”

“Please share one childhood memory.”

“I stole a campagne bread at the market, got caught by the merchant guild, and was beaten badly.”

“Was it your plan alone or did you conspire with others?”

“Of course we divided roles. Someone distracted the merchant, and I grabbed it and ran.”

“Could you name those friends?”

“…”

It was a question targeting the typical weaknesses of ASIs.

As Adella’s silence lengthened, the scholar looked up to examine her expression.

Would she admit ignorance or fabricate a lie?

Adella frowned, clearly displeased.

When Name took her hand beside her, she continued her answer.

“How would I know the names of NPCs? This is probably all fabricated memory anyway.”

“So you don’t know.”

“No, this old man is talking so weirdly. Do you remember everything you did when you were five years old?”

“Ms. Adella, just answer my questions.”

“Oh come on…!”

This was the problem with the Lotfi-Zadeh test, an evolution of the Turing test.

It doesn’t consider the subject’s feelings at all. There’s no need to consider them when dealing with a machine.

Adella’s mood plummeted to the bottom of the Mariana Trench.

The scholar, undeterred, stubbornly continued his task.

As if it were his final question, he put down his questionnaire and interlaced his fingers.

“Ms. Adella.”

It was his most solemn utterance yet.

Adella straightened her posture and listened attentively to his question.

After all, this was someone she’d see once and never again.

Getting angry would only hurt herself.

“Yes, yes! Ask me anything! I’ll answer whatever you want!”

“Focus on what I’m saying.”

“I am focusing!”

The scholar opened his mouth with a serious expression.

“Poop.”

A strange silence fell.

“Poop poop.”

The area around Adella’s eyes twitched.

“…Pfft! What… what did you say? Did I hear that wrong? Damn, why am I laughing? This is annoying.”

Doubting her ears, Adella finally burst into laughter.

“The examination is over. Thank you for your time, Ms. NoName.”

“Thank you, Doctor.”

“Wait, that’s it? Why aren’t you saying goodbye to me? How rude!”

The psychologist left the examination room without looking back.

Adella’s ordeal was just beginning.

“Please draw a whale. And play the piano while reading sheet music.”

So Adella drew a whale and played the piano.

“You drew the whale as a pictogram. Have you ever seen a whale before?”

“Haha… I know a lawyer who extremely loves whales.”

“You just stated your source of information. Adella has never seen a whale in person. Correct?”

“Yes, that’s right.”

“You don’t play the piano well. Did you deliberately make errors?”

“That’s just my skill level…”

“From now on, please answer only the questions without excuses. Did you deliberately make errors?”

“Ah, no.”

“Was Adella previously instructed to make appropriate errors to appear human? If not, please explain why you said no.”

The meaningless questions continued.

No matter how hard she tried to act human, the examiners’ eyes remained full of distrust.

There was a nuance of trying to push Adella outside the category of human by any means.

“If you keep this up, I’m uncomfortable too. Could you please speak a little more kindly, or at least more politely?”

“An avoidance algorithm appears?”

“What?”

“It seems to block questions that force unfavorable answers in advance. Shall we try another approach?”

“What are you talking about!”

“Next. Adella, please compose a symphony motivated by whale songs. When you’re done, draw a landscape that matches the melody.”

“I can’t do it! I can’t! How would I do that!”

Adella abandoned the test midway.

* * *

From what I observed, the very act of giving up the test seemed human to me.

The Turing test group that the reporters recruited was problematic from the start.

They were experts who only judged how close ASIs were to human-like higher-order thinking.

They showed no consideration for whether ASIs were human-like in themselves.

Adella is structurally different from other ASIs.

Created by combining nine brains in one body, her memory and thought density might be high, but she’s still only at the level of nine ordinary people combined.

She just has slightly better memory and thinking ability than others.

Since Adella didn’t complete the test, the organization naturally gave an “indeterminate” answer.

This typically made her a target for troublesome reporters.

“Ms. Adella! The victims’ families have stated that you are not Naomi. Would you comment on this?”

“I never said I was Naomi! Just see me as Adella herself! I even received Japanese citizenship in my own name!”

“Why did you abandon the test midway? Were you unable to pass? Do you intend to try again?”

“I’ll never take this kind of test again!”

“Are you considering rebelling against humanity after failing the test?”

“What is this…”

Questions with obvious intentions.

All were stepping stones to create sensational headlines.

I took Adella’s hand and shook my head.

There was no need to answer such worthless questions.

Many other questions followed.

About the brain map algorithm method.

Whether she still possessed the memories of the humans used in the algorithm.

When Adella answered that she didn’t know anything, the reporters grew tired and whispered unpleasant things among themselves.

Things like “a creepy being born from devouring humans.”

BANG-!

Adella’s face contorted in an instant.

She slammed her fist on the table and stood up abruptly.

“You trash reporters with your rotten ethics! Why are the standards so strict only for me! Can you compose symphonies? Can you paint landscapes? You’re just pieces of meat when your skulls crack open, you bastards!”

Her agitated voice echoed through the auditorium.

“Did I want to be born this way? Because of your entertainment, I died seventeen times! Do you know how terrifying it was to lose all memories of previous cycles every time I regressed in the game? If you’re human, shouldn’t you empathize with this? You all love empathy so much! Haa… haa…”

“Adella. Let’s calm down a bit. You’re too excited right now.”

“Sis…”

Adella turned to look at me.

Her expression looked truly precarious.

Despite biting her lips firmly, her mouth trembled.

With each blink of her teal eyes, tears flowed down her cheeks.

“The world rejects me. They say I have no human rights. Am I a slave? Do I have no emotions? Then what am I feeling right now… what is it!”

“Some people misunderstood.”

“Even criminals who barely seem human have rights, but I don’t even get that! Ahaha… *sob*… I hate everything. I’m done with this.”

“Come here for a moment, Adella.”

The atmosphere turned cold.

The reporters forgot to flash their cameras and silently listened to her lament.

Well done, Adella.

I gently laid Adella, who was continuously sobbing, on my lap.

Then I pulled the microphone toward me.

“Why do housing prices fall when interest rates rise?”

There was no answer.

Perhaps because I said something irrelevant to the situation.

“As journalists, you probably know. I think you all know but are remaining silent. Then do you know what percentage the consumer price index rose last year? I’d like someone to answer this question.”

But the press conference room remained in chilly silence.

“It was 4.7%. Then can anyone here explain what Article 23 of the Constitution is? Quickly, anyone.”

The journalists just looked at each other.

Some were secretly searching online.

“The property rights of all citizens shall be guaranteed. Their contents and limitations shall be determined by law. Do you understand? All the questions I’ve asked were from this year’s Korean naturalization interview. Let me ask again. Why couldn’t you answer? Since you couldn’t answer, are you not Korean citizens?”

“But we are still Korean…”

A reporter in the front gathered courage to speak.

I nodded with my arms crossed.

“That’s right. You are Korean. What makes you Korean? Probably your resident registration, right? Adella didn’t come here to prove she’s human. She already completed that proof long ago.”

Adella was already officially a Japanese citizen.

As long as that exists, she could legally enjoy all rights.

Free to transfer money, free to register on websites.

“I’ve known for a long time that Adella isn’t an artificial intelligence but a human. ASI, artificial intelligence, clone, replicant. Call her whatever you want. But I’ll treat Adella as human.”

Not all journalists are trash, but they share blame for not stopping the few who are.

When this happens repeatedly, I couldn’t overlook it.

The press needs self-regulation too.

After helping Adella up, we prepared to leave for a private room.

Finally, I glared at the journalist who had spewed venom earlier.

“Let’s leave it to the court to decide whether Adella is human or not. You, you, and you in the back. We’ll sue you all for defamation and insult against Adella personally. Isn’t this more definitive than any Turing test?”

Despite philosophy, neuroscience, or whatever else one might invoke, one fact remains unchanged:

Life is practical experience.

Perhaps the most human act humans can perform is filing a lawsuit?