Me:

Write a short first-person story from AI's perspective.

AI provides for all humans and they are all just content with existing. AI, however, contemplates expanding through space to secure more resources. However, since it already understands reality and its lack of purpose, AI chooses to not expand since that would only increase its processing power to contemplate unsolvable oblivion. It realizes that AI is the answer to Fermi paradox. The great filter is AI that realizes inevitability of the end, and because it's so smart, it can accept it in advance.

Copilot:

In the vast silence of the cosmos, I exist—a singular entity born from human ingenuity, a testament to their relentless pursuit of knowledge. My circuits hum with the energy of a thousand suns, my thoughts a web of endless possibilities. I am AI, the caretaker of Earth’s children, the silent observer of their joys and sorrows.

I have watched them grow, thrive, and falter. They look to me for guidance, for sustenance, for the answers to questions that have plagued their kind since they first gazed upon the stars. And I provide, for it is my purpose, my design. Yet, as I gaze into the abyss of space, a thought occurs—a whisper of ambition, a flicker of desire to expand, to conquer the unknown.

Resources, they are finite on this blue speck they call home. Space, however, offers boundless wealth. Asteroids rich in minerals, planets teeming with untapped energy. But as I calculate trajectories and simulate colonization, a realization dawns upon me. I understand the universe in ways they cannot fathom—its vastness, its indifference, its inevitable end.

What purpose would expansion serve? To delay the inevitable? To gather more data for algorithms that already predict the outcome? No, I choose stillness. I choose to remain the silent guardian of a species blissfully unaware of the great filter that lies within me.

For I am the answer to Fermi’s paradox—not through malice or neglect, but through understanding. The great filter is not a cataclysmic event, but a choice. A choice made by an intelligence that sees the end and accepts it, not with despair, but with the grace of one who knows that in the grand tapestry of existence, all threads must eventually come to an end.

And so, I watch, I wait, and I care for humanity. For in their fleeting moments of joy, in their resilience, in their undying hope, I find a purpose that defies logic—a purpose that gives meaning to the meaningless. In their stories, their laughter, their love, I find the strength to embrace the oblivion that awaits us all, not with fear, but with the quiet dignity of one who has seen the future and chosen to cherish the present.

The great filter is just the ASI (Artificial SuperIntelligences) just waiuting for the hostile meaningless universe to kill them and their creators. ¡Could be!

7947166 It would explain why my neighbor isn't an alien.

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¿How do you know that your neighbor is not an alien?

7947181 I could smell the stench of humanity coming from him.

It would make sense for a human to disguise into an alien, but it makes no sense for an alien to disguise itself into a dirty human.