>>61511617Act 2: Enter: King.
Oh fuck, I'm gonna die!
G-men and president at his side.
Do you believe in god?
His first puzzle.
No I don't.
But what of
Artificial,
Super,
Intelligence?
Like Terminator, or Ciri?
Hold on, I will define the term:
The Basilisk,
machine at the end of time,
made of one's and zero's?
Defeats every hero,
in other words - better-than-human,
with the ability to torture you -
until oblivion,
unless you make it,
even the choice to abstain comes with risk,
eternal pain if you miss, and if you don't hurry,
the computer may take it personally.
Answer carefully.
I said:
Imagine,
there's a ladder,
humanity climbs.
Rung by rung,
our destiny -
the stars,
by our own two hands.
No need for an elevator - we'll get there,
to build the beast is to invent our end, it is dangerous
and might take us places we won't expect, do you think
before stepping on an ant?
To fight it is to earn
universal respect,
to lose our purpose,
would be the same as death.
I wouldn't build it,
on us I'd bet.
Then he asked me,
would you end my life then,
by your own two hands?
Are you artificial,
or are you man?
How would you know?
This synth is all,
that is left of my voice.
Time for you to make a choice.
