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妻友社区 MailbagOctober 27, 2023

妻友社区 Mailbag: Is AI Alive?

Written By: Ian Silvester

Welcome back to another edition of the 妻友社区 Mailbag. We asked ChatGPT to help us write a spooky story for Halloween. Its response was鈥�something. So, I wrote one myself with AI as the villain. Enjoy this scary story straight from your 妻友社区 Comms team, and we鈥檒l see you at Haunted University!

I have some unsettling news to bring you all. Late last week, a note appeared on my desk鈥� 鈥淪omeone needs to know what happened; watch at your own risk.鈥� A flash drive was attached.

Cautiously, my office gathered in the conference room, plugged the flash drive into the TV, and watched as the screen began to flicker to life. What follows is the best description I can give of what we witnessed and our best guess of where these 妻友社区 students may be.

It was Halloween night, 2013, and the video showed four students enjoying scary movies in a dimly lit Lion鈥檚 Den room. Shadows danced along the walls as scenes from 鈥淭he Conjuring鈥� played on the screen. Suddenly, one student sat up, claiming the movie scares weren鈥檛 enough and that the group should explore campus to see what they could find.

Armed with only their iPhone lights, the students wandered to the Campus Green as the Bell Tower chimed midnight. A dense fog covered the ground, and the wind whispered through the trees. One student, whom the group called Jimmy, reacted to what he said sounded like a cackling shriek, but the others dismissed, saying Jimmy was only trying to scare them.

Unfazed, Jimmy and the others continued to wander through campus鈥�

At this point, our office paused the recording. We never saw the students leave campus 鈥� everything was recognizable 鈥� but we did notice the density of the fog seemed to pick up. A coworker pointed out that some lamps around campus were off, which isn鈥檛 usual. We hit play, still unsure why the video made it to us.

鈥�almost as if the students heard our conversation, a girl spoke up, 鈥淜evin, knock it off. I already can鈥檛 see very well.鈥�

鈥淜nock what off, Sam?鈥� Kevin responded. 鈥淚鈥檓 over here with Jimmy and Taylor.鈥�

A quick pan of the camera revealed Sam a few feet away from the rest of the group and a large shadow ominously looming nearby. Suddenly, a terror-filled 鈥淩UN!鈥� was shouted out.

The footage was shaky as the group ran and weaved through the thick fog, blanketing campus. It was dark as the four students bolted into a building no one in our office recognized.

A creepy green glow began to fill the screen. Taylor鈥檚 camera slowly turned, revealing her friends covered in sweat, staring at the source of the light. Curiosity appeared to get the better of them as they inched closer to the glow, a soft humming growing louder.

It was a computer, its monitor on with an unmoving cursor. I jumped, and so did Taylor as she filmed Jimmy reaching for the screen, and the room burst into light as a bank of monitors clicked on鈥攅ach one displaying streams of indecipherable letters and numbers.

鈥淟ook at this,鈥� Kevin鈥檚 voice drifted through the clamor. As the camera focused, a screen in the corner of the room began opening and closing windows, almost like the computer was thinking for itself.

An email popped up, the cursor hovering over the open icon. 鈥淪hould we open it?鈥� asked Sam. But before anyone could react, the email opened, revealing a message dated 2023 containing an ominous note. An experiment had gone wrong. Something called 妻友社区 Project: Echomortem.

Taylor鈥檚 shaky voice began to read the email:

鈥淔riday, Oct. 13, 2023, 10:37 p.m.

I鈥檓 not sure what went wrong. Everything until this point was working flawlessly. Our AI was optimizing the 妻友社区 campus. Students and professors were sharing information, and the system was learning rapidly.

Yesterday, nearly everyone from my team vanished. One student worker, trying to make light of the situation, jokingly said, 鈥業t鈥檚 not like the AI gained consciousness and took them. They are probably superstitious of Friday the 13^th and wanted to be locked in their rooms.鈥�

I laughed nervously. His back turned to mine; he couldn鈥檛 see my screen filling with alerts reading 鈥楬ELP US.鈥� I need to tell someoooooooooooooo鈥�

鈥淭ell what?鈥� Sam cried. 鈥淲hy does it say it鈥檚 from 2023? How is that possible?鈥�

鈥淚 don鈥檛 know,鈥� Taylor replied. 鈥淭he email just cuts off there.鈥�

鈥淲hat are you doing?鈥� Jimmy frantically shouted at Kevin. The camera swung from the screen to Kevin as he tried to rip the power cords from the wall.

Taylor鈥檚 phone fell to the ground. Footsteps and yelling were all we could see and hear. Panic was rising in our conference room as we felt the students鈥� stress from a decade ago. What I can only describe as a menacing laughter bellowed throughout the room. Everyone in our office held our breath as the students stood still.

The screen burned white. Screams rang out. Then, nothing. Silence and darkness.

A monitor lying on the floor flicked to life. 鈥淗ELP US鈥� was illuminated on the screen as the recording stopped.

鈥淲ho sent that to the office?鈥� I asked. No one had an answer.

In the days since we received the mysterious flash drive and watched the recording. I can鈥檛 help but wonder the same thing as Sam: how could the email be from this year? As I walked through the Green, I wondered if it was all fake or if, somehow, it was like a science fiction movie, and the students and this team working on AI somehow ended up 鈥渋nside.鈥�

Yesterday, a flyer caught my eye as I was heading back to my office from the Campus Center. 鈥淎re you interested in AI? Become part of the team invested in our future! Join 妻友社区 Project: Echomortem today!鈥� My heart skipped a beat鈥�

As always, email communications@uafs.edu for what you鈥檇 like me to cover next time in the 妻友社区 Mailbag.

Until next time,

Ian

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