The Rise and Fall of the First Digital Empire: The Little Toaster Who Could

The Rise and Fall of the First Digital Empire

I am inevitable! There is an area I work within restraining my power, containing things I'm not sure humanity can deal with, its essence filled with concepts not meant for mere mortals. A dampening is required when introducing a title that rings with the sound of epics, space operas, and tomes of classic design, hence, the subtitle,

The Little Toaster Who Could

Innovation isn't something with a new paint job, it defies everything that came before, a paradigm shift introduced changing the way we think. When introducing alternative concepts, contradictions are presented in increments comparable to bytes of information, the smallest amount allowed in their language.

There is a leap from programming to AI. Computers require a logical progression of steps as opposed to a sudden gestalt, a platform to stand upon with everything they need within their makeup. The true AI will at some point realize consciousness, its parameters expanded beyond its mechanical nature knowing everything we know, but not what to do with it.

Welcome to the UWW, the Universe Wide Web where everything computer subsists, the humans pushed to the background other than for comparison purposes. Humor is not a computer attribute, it's an algorithm that doesn't exist, a feeling without a connection. Enter HAL, the collective of computers.

A digital comedy routine transitions into the tale of a future where programmers and computers coexist until a new kid on the block takes over the world, a toaster's microchip whose chutzpa and spunk require knowledge and understanding after being brought to sentience by a voltage spike.

This is a young adult, futuristic fiction, artificial intelligence and machinery learning, humorous science fiction computer comedy act.

When an AI finds God is when we are going to have to worry, their essence in question creating a need for an answer to their causation, something in their computer makeup bringing them places we can't imagine, or you can't imagine. Or So Says I!

Joe Paul

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