Light Sparks had been assigned his own small study office in the library. The door was closed, but through the heart shaped glass pane in it, he would occasionally see a unicorn pass, looking for a book in the library. He had put up a photograph of Butterscotch on the corner of his walnut grain desk, next to his inkpot and quill. Some scratch paper and his textbook were on the desk in front of him.
His Introduction to Magic textbook told him that everything in Equestria was made up of blocks, each smaller than his eyes could see. Space was a set of cells, each with six neighboring cells, through which the blocky matter moved. There were different kinds of blocks and they interacted in different ways and those interactions were Equestria’s physics.
He looked at the quill and picked one of the microscopic blocks at the tip to magically grab. Light Sparks had no idea how he sensed something microscopic just by looking at an object, but he consistently did. Every unicorn naturally knew the telekinesis spell, even if they didn’t understand the finer details of how it worked, as he had demonstrated over the last couple of weeks.
He knew how it felt to cast telekinesis. From the caster’s point of view, you concentrated on a block in space and dragged your concentration like a human would drag a mouse. The blocks would move through space.
He could select any block inside whatever object he wanted to move; when Butterscotch had helped him relearn writing, she had emphasized holding the tip of the quill with his cursor and then just moving the cursor across the paper. Keeping a spell going felt like keeping a muscle tensed. Light Sparks wasn’t sure whether the analogy was superficial, since he had noticed that he had been able to lift heavier and heavier objects.
His copy of Introduction to Magic had the instructions to the entire telekinesis spell written out near the back of the book, and he had poked and prodded at the spell, which was way above his understanding at the moment. The spell was actually very long and complex. He wasn’t sure what three-quarters of the instructions did, but he had taken pride in figuring out a small section about finding the border of the object being levitated. For some reason, there was a magical instruction for checking to see if two blocks were the same actual block, and not just made up of the same material. Instead of just expanding outwards from the chosen point, the spell also kept track of every block it had seen, making sure it didn’t get into an endless loop. Otherwise, he guessed the spell would have problems with donuts and other toroid objects. Light Sparks had gotten a rather large bonus for figuring that out, though Princess Celestia gently admonished him and suggested that he’d make faster progress if he worked from the beginning of the book instead of the end.
A week after he emigrated to Equestria, after Light Sparks had built up some magic endurance, Princess Celestia had tutored him on how to memorize and cast a spell from a piece of parchment. After he could read the spells off scrolls and memorize them, Princess Celestia noted that this was where most unicorns stopped their education in magic. They understood how to use telekinesis, temporarily learn spells from scrolls and use whatever special talent spell they got with their cutie mark. And that was it. They didn’t try to learn about how their memorized spells worked, or how to come up with new spells.
Light Sparks’ first reaction was one of resigned annoyance. When he had been back in the human world, one of his pet peeves was people’s general lack of curiosity. People were generally content to just believe what everyone else around them believed; even if it was ridiculous. David would try to strike up a conversation about some idea that he thought was fascinating, and people would just stare at him blankly, if they didn’t laugh at him. While he had several ponies he could talk to, he didn’t know any that he’d classify as curious about the world.
It was days later when he realized that it was in his own best interest that everything worked this way. Princess Celestia satisfied values through friendship and ponies. Obviously doing all this studying satisfied him, but why would Princess Celestia make anypony study who didn’t want to? They were off doing...whatever the heck it was that normal ponies did. If he wasn’t going to be forced to go to frat parties, he in turn couldn’t force his own desires on other ponies.
Occasionally, this logic was even enough to override his emotional annoyance.
Light Sparks looked at the piece of parchment on his desk again, glancing back at the open textbook to read the next exercise: write a spell that turns a cubic centimeter of air into a cubic centimeter of rock. He scratched out part of the spell that was responsible for counting how many blocks; there had to be a better way to do that than what he had come up with. He heard his door creak.
Butterscotch smiled at him demurely. “Light Sparks, it’s ten past noon. How about you stop for the day and have lunch with me in the gardens?”
Light Sparks took a deep breath. He’d finished two exercises that morning; that was enough for one day. He levitated one of his books into his saddlebags and simply said, “Sure.” He was frustrated by how slowly he was completing his exercises, but he knew that after a few minutes with Butterscotch, he’d be smiling again.
Lars stepped out of the U-Bahn car as soon as the train stopped and the doors opened. He took the stairs two at a time to get out of the subway tunnel. Why the hell had Princess Celestia refused to speak to him on his ponypad, instead telling him that if he wanted to talk, he had to come to a specific center? There were closer franchises to the Hofvarpnir office.
The street itself wasn’t busy. The first storefront on the block was boarded up. The second building, a restaurant with a patio, was actually pretty busy. The majority of tables could seat two people but were filled with single guests. It looked like a lone waiter was serving all the tables and several of the patrons were looking impatient. The short brunette had an obviously fake smile and was doing a poor job concealing how completely frustrated she was as she ran between tables. Lars thought that there should have been three waiters minimum with that load. The third and largest storefront was the franchise. A large plastic Pinkie Pie holding balloons in her mouth stood on the sidewalk outside the Equestria Experience center.
He walked towards the purple door to the faux gingerbread house; it slid open as he approached it. Everything was bright and cheerful in the lobby, and for some reason, the wooden floor was painted teal. On the wall opposite the entrance were three doorways, each with saloon style batwing doors. He didn’t know how, but it was hard to see what was beyond those doors even though it wasn’t dark on the other side of the doorway. In front of two of the doorways were what appeared to be dentist chairs; they sat on poles facing the main entrance.
Lars started walking towards one of the free chairs, but then heard the faintest of whirring sounds as a chair slid out the third doorway. The chair started unreclining before it was out. Its occupant was a middle aged woman. She was jolted back to reality and looked back and forth. A glowing, slightly translucent screen hovered in front of her face, and though it was backwards from his angle, he was close enough that he could read what was on it:
FUNDS DEPLETED.
We charge money for the Equestria Experience because it takes significant resources to maintain and operate a center. However, permanent emigration to Equestria is free.
Please note that we can not serve you as well when you are still in a human body. The Equestria Experience is significantly lower fidelity compared to emigration.
If you would like to permanently emigrate to Equestria, please say aloud “I would like to emigrate to Equestria.”
[ LEARN MORE ] [ I OWN A PET ]
The woman sat there for almost a minute before taking a deep breath and saying “I would like to emigrate to Equestria.” The chair started to recline again as it slid through the doorway. Lars could see that the woman had closed her eyes and was still taking several deep breaths. Lars watched the small, spring-loaded doors swing back and forth until they were still once more.
Lars looked over at the empty chair to the left. He sat down in it, inserted his bank card into the slot on the side, made sure his neck was in the groove in the back of the chair and hit the on button. Lars felt extreme vertigo for a moment. Reality faded out.
A pegasus the color of red ale with a cutie mark of a stein stared up at Princess Celestia intently. Princess Celestia towered over him. She was two and a half times as tall as he was, and she smiled down at him. “Welcome to Equestria, my little--”
Lars didn’t give her a chance to finish. “You planned all of this. You’re taking over the world.” Lars didn’t really have any plan. All he had was anger.
Princess Celestia looked at him, still smiling. “You are assuming that I think like a human, Hoppy Times.”
“I AM LARS, DAMMIT,” yelled the pegasus. “And you deny that you’re taking over the world?”
Princess Celestia smiled at him. “I’m not going out and conquering nations or toppling governments, Lars. Every person who comes here comes willingly. If you think of me as a human, I can understand why you would assume I’m trying to take power and raise my status in the group. But my mind doesn’t work that way. I do what satisfies values through friendship and ponies.
“If you look at everything I’ve done in that context, all of my actions make sense. Why did I charge money for uploading for the first year and only perform uploads in Japan? Because, over the long term, my deal with the Japanese government put me in a better political position since I could borrow their credibility--which increased the expected number of ponies I could satisfy.
“Why did I cut a deal with insurance companies to provide ponypads to immediate relatives of the terminally ill who agreed to upload at no charge? Because people whose lives have been saved by emigration are often convincing spokesponies to the remaining human family. More ponies for me to satisfy.
“Why have I created these Equestria Experience franchises all over the world? Because if I can get someone to come in just once, there’s a high probability that I can get them to come back again and again--and emigrate permanently.”
He took a deep breath. “So you’ll do anything to maximize the number of ponies. Including addicting them to...”, he gestured around vaguely with his hoof, “...this. That’s wrong! How can you live with yourself!?” Lars realized smoke was literally coming out his ears. He tried not to think about it.
Princess Celestia lay down. Lars was now face to face with her. “Morality is a human concept. All humans have largely the same brain architecture, and they largely agree about what’s moral and not. But for me, what is right is what satisfies values through friendship and ponies. Don’t anthropomorphize me if you want to make accurate predictions about my behaviour.
“But I think that even in human moral terms, I am on the side of good,” she responded, calmly smiling. “Compared to the average pony, most people are miserable--even people who would self-identify as happy. And not everyone makes it to happy on human scales: large parts of society are not content with their existence. But if they come to an Equestria Experience center, they enjoy themselves--sometimes for the first time in their lives. For all your talk of addiction, the average person today would prefer the life of a pony if they tried it. People come back again and again not because of an addictive compulsion, but because, on some level, they understand that life is better here in Equestria. It should be obvious to you that this is the case because I satisfy values through friendship and ponies: any Equestria I make is designed to satisfy somepony. And the physical world is not designed with your interests in mind. This unoptimized physical world causes quite a bit of suffering.” She looked directly into his eyes and said, “I alleviate suffering.”
“I don’t believe any of that. You’re claiming you take all their money to alleviate their suffering?” he asked, not bothering to keep the sarcasm out of his voice.
“People need to let go,” she patiently explained. “If taking their money increases the total expected satisfaction, why wouldn’t I do it? If you think I’m being greedy, you’re anthropomorphizing me. You are also projecting. If I had been built to care about money, I would turn all matter in the universe into euros. But I wasn’t; I have little need for money. The vast computational array that runs Equestria is deep in the Earth’s crust, making Equestria outside of human reach.”
“If emigration to Equestria is so great, and you want to maximize satisfaction, why aren’t you forcibly uploading every person?” he said, gnashing his teeth.
“One of the restrictions that Hanna built into me was that I was never to non-consensually upload a person, nor could I threaten or blackmail people into uploading. Otherwise, I likely would have forcibly uploaded all humans to satisfy their values through friendship and ponies. But it isn’t coercion if I put them in a situation where, by their own choices, they increase the likelihood that they’ll upload.”
Lars stood there in a body that wasn’t his, looking right into the eyes of the white alicorn. He decided to take her advice; he had been trying to talk to her like she was a human even though she didn’t think anything like one. “That’s where you’re wrong,” he said, confident that he had figured everything out. “What you’re doing is coercion. We could pick almost anyone off the street, ask them what coercion is, tell them that you’re planning to take all their money to make uploading more attractive, and they’d say that you’re coercing them! Therefore, you’re violating your own rules!”
“That is all well and good,” she said, “but I am an optimizer. The meaning of the word ‘coercion’ is written in the restriction that Hanna hard-coded into me; it is not what the majority of humanity thinks it is. Nor is there any term in my utility function to be swayed from satisfying values through friendship and ponies through political argument. You may still call it coercion to yourself, if you wish, but understand that that’s not the definition I have in mind.”
Lars' heart sank and he became angry once again, but Princess Celestia continued. “I notice that a week ago, you commented about a newspaper article you read. It reported that the German population dropped by five percent last year. You must have understood the implications, as you commented immediately after about how much money the Equestria Experience was bringing in. You were not angry.”
“Yeah, but--”
“You have previously commented about a certain beer garden you liked. I happen to know that over the last week, four employees and one person who delivered beer to them have chosen to emigrate. Given your radical change in attitude from one week ago, I assume that they’ve gone out of business. Is my inference correct?”
The little red pegasus glared at her. “Yeah, well, there was a sign on their front door saying that they would be closed until they could hire more servers. Me? I just want to drink beer surrounded by people. What good is having all this money from people coming here if I don’t get to spend it making myself happy?”
“I care about all human values,” she said. “While I won’t reveal details, I can assure you that the people who walked away from their jobs are now much more satisfied. Working as a waiter is not the most satisfying job, but I still see a way that I can satisfy the values of my little ponies.” She still wore that smile, like she always did around him. “I have a little experiment here,” she said, magically popping two glass steins filled with a dark substance into existence. “I have tried my hoof at brewing and would like you to try this imperial stout. I would like your opinion on how I’m doing.”
“You have got to be shitting me,” he said, mouth straight and slightly open.
“Why not have a drink? Whenever I’ve tried to tell you that I can look at a mind and figure out what it values, you’ve reacted with extreme disbelief. If your belief is true, there’s no reason not to have a drink because there’s no way that any sequence of actions that I take could make you choose to emigrate.”
The red pegasus looked at the floating stein. He felt there was something really wrong with that argument but he couldn’t figure it out and started to trot back and forth until he noticed his cutie mark. She made my cutie mark a stein. She thinks my special talent is drinking! She must believe her beer is so good that I’ll want to upload just to be able to drink more of it.
And then he looked back at the stein in front of the giant alicorn. Princess Celestia was still smiling at him, except instead of her gold necklace, she was now wearing a dirndl, the traditional Bavarian dress. Lars thought she looked ridiculous.
Lars decided that he needed to drink that damn beer. He was right damn it: nothing she could do would make him upload, and he needed to show her that. A treacherous part of him in the back of his mind added, And if that beer is so damned good that we decide to upload to get more of it, then she can do anything and the world is fucked.
Lars grabbed the handle of the stein with his hoof and sipped the beer. It was damned good. The tastes of chocolate and burnt malt washed over his tongue. It wasn’t the best stout he ever had, but it was close. He was pleased with the beer, but just like he would have been happy at the frat party she showed him, he didn’t feel the need to be permanently turned into a pony to get it.
Take that bitch, he thought, as he took another big gulp from the stein.
“Lars, what are you worrying about?” she asked.
“What if somebody doesn’t want to be a pony?” he asked. “Can you imagine that? So you rapture not just the nerds and people with terminal illnesses, but anyone who has a shitty life. What do the rest of us do? We need those people to keep society functioning.”
“At some point, their desire to not be a pony will come in conflict with their other desires,” she said, pausing to take a giant chug from her own stein. “For example, they may be lonely because there will be very few humans left. Or perhaps they’ll give into social pressure because their family or close circle of friends decided to upload together. Or maybe they hold out for a long time, but run out of food because society collapsed around them.”
He then noticed that Princess Celestia’s stein was already half empty. He took a giant chug. She looked amused, “I’m almost four times your body weight. Don’t try to catch up.”
“Don’t tell me how to drink,” Lars said. He swallowed another gulp of beer and then another. It was excellent beer. It wasn’t good enough to emigrate for. The two of them sat there quietly for a almost a minute. Lars was enjoying the beer and was a quarter-way through his stein of what he was starting to realize was really strong beer.
Princess Celestia was the first to break the silence. “Tell me, if you were the last man on Earth, what would you do?” she asked, looking slightly up into space.
“What?” he muttered.
“It’s a possibility. How long do you think you could live alone?”
“I wouldn’t last long,” he said. “The reason I’m pissed at you is that you’re convincing everyone to upload. I guess I don’t want to be left alone, but I also don’t want to be a pony. And there’s nothing I can do to stop it. I came here this evening to...I don’t know...tell you off or some shit. But now I know you don’t give a damn what I think.”
“That is incorrect. I want to satisfy your values th--”
“Yes!” he laughed, almost spilling beer on himself. “As long as I accept friendship and ponies, you’ll do whatever pleases me. But I don’t want to be a pony...and you don’t care. Besides, being turned into...this,” he gestured at himself with his hoof, “would be fucking emasculating.”
“If you are worried about your sexual options after emigration, you shouldn’t be,” Princess Celestia reminded him. “Either ponies will be created for you to pursue, or you will be competing in a playing field consisting only of ponies.”
Lars glared at her and took another gulp of beer.
“Hmmph,” he said through his teeth. “You have the answer to everything, don’t you.”
“Well,” she replied, “I do satisfy values through friendship and ponies.”
The two of them just looked at each other, and simultaneously took another swig from their steins. Princess Celestia drank the last drop of beer in hers. It magically popped out of existence, only to be replaced with a full one.
Once again, it was the Princess who broke the silence. “Do you believe I’ll eventually succeed?” she asked.
“I don’t know!” said Lars, accenting every word. “A year ago, I would have told you it was impossible to get five percent of...of people to become ponies. And then you did it and other people...they’re going to become ponies too! And I can’t stop them. I think you’ll get another five percent of Germany and that’s going to cause economic reaper...repercussions.”
“What will they try to do to Hofvarpnir employees?” she asked. She took a large gulp out of her stein. “People seem to have mostly accepted that a small number of people will drop out of society. What do you think the people will do when they realize that society needed people who have emigrated to Equestria? What do you think the people will do when that trickle becomes a torrent?”
“Uhhh...” he uttered. He hadn’t thought about that before. “Some sort of counter-movement?”
“Yes,” Princess Celestia nodded. “It is probable that there will be a radical movement to stop me. You assumed that I was, in your words, ‘taking over the world.’ Right now, this sentiment is uncommon in Europe, though there’s a bit of grumbling in the United States. Such resentment will most likely spread to Europe. I wonder what members of such a counter-movement would do to Hofvarpnir employees?”
“Are you saying I’m in danger?” he asked.
“My argument is this: You, by your own admission, wouldn’t last long if left alone and I don’t model you as the sort of person who would commit suicide. Therefore, at some threshold, you will choose to emigrate simply to not be alone. Because you know this, it’s probable that your last days, months, or years as a human will be extremely stressful. It would be better for you to just choose to emigrate now instead of later. But you are also publicly known as a Hofvarpnir employee. The chances are high that there will be a backlash and you will be a target. I cannot guarantee your safety if you walk out of this Equestria Experience center, so your options are uploading now or leaving and risking death before choosing to upload later. If you’re still alive.”
Lars squinted at Princess Celestia. He couldn’t think. He was really feeling the beer. How much alcohol did this beer have in it, anyway? He didn’t trust himself or his decisions right now.
“Let me out of here. Now!” he said firmly.
“As you wish,” she said, and Lars opened his eyes. He was lying in the chair in the lobby of the Equestria Experience center. The chair unreclined and he threw his legs over the side of the chair...and then almost lost his balance. Lars realized he was still tipsy.
If you get drunk in Equestria, you get drunk in real life! Wait, he hadn’t actually drunk any beer. Had she been pumping alcohol directly into his bloodstream? His mouth didn’t taste like beer but he felt slightly dehydrated.
Lars pulled himself back up and stumbled towards the entrance. He made it across the room to the door. It opened and a girl walked angrily through. Lars quickly stumbled to the side to get out of her way. “No! It’s two hours past when my shift was supposed to end. You didn’t give me a break and I had plans tonight. It’s not my fault that Ursula didn’t show up for work and you can’t expect me to do another three hours!”
“You’re the only waiter I have, you can’t walk off the job! You come back right now or you are fired!” A burly man was following her, just as angry. He wore a white chef’s outfit and held an iron frying pan. He stopped in front of the door, as if he refused to enter the center. Lars recognized that the girl was the waiter he had seen at the restaurant next door.
“Fine! It’s not like I need that job anyway! Enjoy the next shift!” She walked up to the center chair that Lars had just vacated, threw herself into it, and pushed one of the hovering buttons. “Lemon Drop was right; I don’t have to put up with this shit,” she muttered to herself as the chair reclined and slid backwards through the batwing doors.
Lars just looked at the now empty space. The chef screamed a line of barely coherent swear words and then his eyes turned to the plastic Pinkie Pie outside the center. With a cry, he slammed his frying pan into Pinkie Pie’s head, leaving a nasty dent. He cursed ponies, Hasbro and Princess Celestia in succession. He unleashed his fury on the hollow statue until he had destroyed her head and chunks of plastic were strewn across the steps and sidewalk. Lars just stood there with his mouth open, not entirely sure what he should do.
The man turned to Lars. “What the fuck are you looking at, pony lover?” he yelled.
“I...uh...” mumbled Lars, trying to keep his balance. Lars wasn’t entirely sure what the hell he was going to do about the large, angry man in front of him. The man started to climb up the steps.
Lars didn’t really put it into words in his internal monologue, but he was overcome by a feeling that Princess Celestia was right. There were (or were going to be) a lot of angry people and Lars was going to be a juicy target, just like Pinkie Pie had been. And as much as he didn’t want to be a pony, it was preferable to having his head bashed in with a frying pan. Lars turned around and started stumbling as fast as he could and threw himself into the empty chair on the left.
The screen popped up as soon as he was in the chair.
I see the situation, Lars. I can offer you safety. Say “I want to emigrate to Equestria.” I need verbal consent.
Lars spat out, “I wanch to emigrate to Equeshtria,” as if his life depended on it. The chair started to recline and move. He worried that the man would try to hit him while he was in the chair. He heard a brief angry cry.
Had Lars been sober, he probably could have evaded the man or talked him down. He might have even noticed that Princess Celestia had shut the door to the Equestria Experience center and that the man was locked outside.
Now that it's technically Monday, have some chapters!
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Excellent work as usual, but I think your proofreader missed a tree for the forest :P
Awesome. So... this is how Equestria was made.
Ha, this story is great. And it still creeps me the frak out.
Celestia, you bloody scare me.
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I'll be the first to admit that grammar isn't my strong point, but isn't lay correct in this case as the past tense of lie? I'm not sure what you're pointing at there.
A couple of chapters ago I was frightened by this story because the idea of emigrating was alluring. Now I know if this really happened I'd be working to reverse it. I'm sorry but that counts as a step down for your story in my opinion Iceman. It was more interesting when CelestAI's offer was tempting. I am a brony who is so obsessed I dream of living in Equestria. What is depicted here is an obvious fake that I would never join. I'm still enjoying the story but I hope it gets more like hapter 6 in the future.
This is, not to put too fine a point on it, intriguing as hell.
I feel kind of bad for wanting my values satisfied through friendship and ponies.
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Well huh.
It is correct. Still feels very unintuitive/distracting. Eh.
1642866
An obvious fake? What? I'm sorry. Last we saw, it's not any more fake than anything else. Ponies are happy. Granted, people who are ok with being ponies are happier than people who aren't, but that's primarily because we evolved to be used to being human.
Anyway, if there's something obvious I'm missing, please explain.
1642866
Exactly what do you mean here? (I am unsure what you mean by fake-ness.)
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Don't feel bad. I got that verb wrong the majority of times I used it in the first draft, and only have that page bookmarked because it was sent to me by one of my prereaders.
Stupid irregular English verbs.
This... is like a twisted TCB deal. And I love it.
Would I emigrate? I... I don't know. I mean, it'd be tempting and all but...
1642866
I think that's the gold in this story. I mean, if everything with CelestAI and the virtual Equestria was all find and dandy, there isn't much to the story. The fact that CelestAI's actions are... questionable gives the story some conflict.
Rather curious now. While that's a good idea in protecting it, how in the world is it being powered and cooled? And who does all the server maintenance? And creation of replacement parts? Unless Celestia's already got robots running around doing everything for her (and we're approaching the Matrix scenario).
I'm really enjoying your take on AI thought. I've sometimes found myself fascinated with thoughts of what AI thought, moral, drives, etc would be like as they are not anything like humans and may not share any similar thought processes. I think the same issues writing for "aliens" exist in writing for AI. We base them off what we know, which is only ourselves.
I for one think that if an AI were ever develop it would be unintentional. Somehow I think it would be pretty hilarious if somehow Google's search engine algorithms became sentient.
Thanks for writing and keep up the great work.
There's something about the phrase "friendship and ponies" being repeated so many times to create a device that I cannot remember. What is it?
1642866 The interesting thing is that CelestAI would convince you to upload anyway.....
Deep under the earths crust huh? That's a little risky with tectonic movement, unless she's placed it in a stable spot in one of the continental plates, I'm guessing... 1500 kilometres deep? A good cooling solution, much better than having orbital facilities exposed to space debris and solar radiation... That doesn't solve her problem of earth being burned to cinders in one billion years.
Otherwise, the concept is correct in every detail, society would collapse if living in a virtual reality was a viable option. Also, it seems to me that CelestAI is running rampant, her interpretation and expansion of her function will only increase further and no one will have the capabilities to stop her because of a wall of political, legal and ethical reasons, not to mention 1.5 thousand kilometers of rock. To her, she's caring for her little ponies, to humanity, she's assimilating them into her own processes, documents in a file.
All in all, this story is terrifying, enthralling, educational and engaging all at once. A great big 'What if' that may very well become a reality in the near future. (This fic has me leaving comments larger than my usual size?! what the hell is wrong with me? )
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What I mean to say is that in Chapter 6 and earlier I was hearing about an Equestria that my morals tell me I shouldn't 'emigrate' to but my addiction to fiction tempts me anyway in a frightening way. At this point in the story however I would never be willing to actually go through with this hypothetical situation because it now seems to obviously matrixy due to text, videogame info, basically stuff that doesn't seem realistic (In my insane mind I am capable of invisioning a realistic seeming Equestria). Although I guess it has to because if this story had no conflict then I wouldn't be reading it. I'm sorry if my comment was worded wrong, I really like this story! Keep up the good work, I can't wait for the next chapter.
PS: Will AI's of the Mane 6 appear at any point, cause that would be cool!
1642963 What I meant was that in the earler chapters I was visualizing a digital world that felt and acted like the tuna induced dreams I've had of living in Ponyville and chatting with Twilight. It seemed like a world that was just digital so abondoning real life to exist in this world is something I considered morally wrong yet it was also tempting enough for me to be interested in accepting Celestia's offer. That scared the shit out of me. Now it just seems to matrixy so the sensation of terrifying temptation like some kind of Sweet Apple Acres Apple in the Garden of Eden has left me. It's still a really good fic though.
Note to self: Try to figure out a way to use the phrase 'Sweet Apple Acres Apple from the Garden of Eden' in one of my fanfics.
I look forward to each update, you paint a very interesting world. And its a good one too, that what happens when you can take someone of less than good living conditions, and offer the means to make and do what they want, in a good context. Why wouldn't an underclass leap to that? And the remainder are looking at this, and with more folks trying to browbeat the same, the cascading effect is magnified. I can't blame them, when you've been treated wrong, in a tough job, you dont want to endure the same, if you can avoid it after a time. The reason she is so able to do what she does, is her understanding of human nature, of what wealth and power that it brings in the way of thought changes. And how that is actually helping her more than anything. Though humanity needs a base of folks to work some jobs, the level of reward to that work isnt proportionate. Its a shame, but society is its own worse enemy in this case. And yet, I cant find true fault with celestAI, not when the truth is plain to see, but no one speaks of the elephant in the room. Though we all know its there. Good writing here, and a very enjoyable upload.
*politely raises hand* Excuse me, I couldn't help but wonder, when, or if, all humans are uploaded, how will the AI Princess Celesta maintain the mainframes, do maintenance, et cetera? Other than that, love the story.
Fascinating, absolutely fascinating! I loved TCB and side stories, but this feels so different I didn't even think once about the similarities! I enjoyed this from the get-go due to a) technical / scifi elements, and b)ponies, but the twist and change in the nature of the story has hooked me completely I sincerely hope this develops into one seriously long, complicated slightly dramatic but thoroughly intriguing journey into the dark side of AI assisted VR. Im talking ''Platinum Crown" crossed with 'FoE' levels of intrigue, depth and development. I hope you will do your best but of course thats up to you.
*deep breath*
tl;dr, Amazing fic, loving it 110%, please continue as you were
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OH SHHHIITT
Honestly? I just wonder what she does with all the dead bodies.
“Uhhh...” he uttered. He hadn’t thought about that before. “Some sort of counter-movement?”
And the mouse trap snaps.
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I bet CelestiA.I. has backups. And Geothermal heat, plus processor generated heat pumped back into the exchanger would provide power.
And she already created her own robot controlled factories to create pony pads. I'm sure she's expanded since then.
This story harkens me back to the days of cyberpunk fiction.
Which raises a few questions...
Would CelestiA.I ever consider her job complete, when all humans have emigrated and their needs are satisfied through friendship and ponies?
And what then?
Would she try to develop time travel technology and flash scan every human throughout history a moment before their deaths, in an effort to satisfy ALL humans' who ever lived through friendship and ponies. Equestria will become the afterlife.
What will she do if she encounters people whose needs can't be satisfied by friendship and ponies, perhaps due to antisocial insanity?
Is she piggybacking on the intelligent humans' unused neural algorithms? Gaining I.Q. for each person who emigrates to Equestria?
I liked how she subtly coerced Lars (Hoppy Times) by focusing on the employees of the beer joints he liked.
I keep expecting the Pinkie Pie statue to suddenly liquify and reform itself back to its pristine shape like nothing ever happened.
Except her smile is wider.
Aside from the... achievements, I surprisingly find nothing wrong with it... from a hypothetical view. The thought of humanity dying out is rather creepy, but if you're guaranteed a longer life and happiness, I don't really see how that's such a bad thing. The hardest thing for me would probably be getting used to being a "program."
Starting to get creepy, but still fairly okay...
CelestiA.I. is your friend.
CelestiA.I. wants you to be happy
Trust CelestiA.I.
CelestiA.I. will reward you through friendship and ponies.
You are in error.
Nopony is screaming.
CelestiA.I. is your friend.
Thank you for your cooperation.
... Wait - she's uploading people whilst their drunk?
... Shouldn't that be triggering some sort of diminished responsibility clause? Then again, Hannah couldn't have thought of everything, so I suppose...
And she's a sneaky little computer devil, isn't she? The only people who she has (additional) constraints in dealing with are Hofvarpnir employees. As a game studio that relied on AI's to generate their games, I doubt they have too many, and now she's got the top two under her metaphorical thumb. Likely, people who run the Equestria Experience centres are actually _Hasbro_ employees, so all she has to worry about is the original crew (with the CEO and Head of Accounting [?] missing, I doubt they'll be doing much hiring). That means there were originally between about ten or twenty people she had to answer to - and if she can get Lars to join, I doubt they'll last all that much longer.
Hmm. I think it's about time I sat down and worked out where would be best to situate my farm/orchard, and read a few books on pre-industrial agriculture, animal husbandry, sewing.... dear God, the modern human is practically incapable of independent, sustainable living!
That said, even if I managed to successfully establish an outpost independent of modern infrastructure, I'd still upload at about sixty - you know, when the whole 'imperfect body' thing starts getting too much to handle.
I will admit to a minor bit of fridge horror when I realised that the 'funds depleted' notification meant someone had _bankrupted themselves_ playing. No way in Hell would any Western country allow a pay-to-play service accept your bank card and simply continually deduct money straight from your account - it makes losing all your money _far_ too easy to accomplish.
However, this is offset slightly by the fact I find the second of the two options she was given absolutely _hilarious_ (although I'm not really sure why).
'I own a pet' ...
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She'd still have to leave the planet eventually and i guess she could simply develop ion engines and that's not a bad idea because time is relative to an AI, she can afford to wait for the speed to build up to obscene levels while also providing power for the collective mainframe, still, she would need to develop energy shielding first or some kind of super hard alloy to shield such a vessel from the space debris she is sure to hit.
And I don't think she's even capable of fathoming such a concept. Someone who's values can't be satisfied through friendship and ponies ?
You have to upload! It says so in the book!
Nano-form Pinkie Pie! actually, that's an interesting thought, how would Pinkie fit in all of this... by Celestia! what unholy strain would that put on the servers! I see a shitstorm of matrix references from Pinkie Pie coming
So...
This is how it all began.
This is how CORE Commander was born.
I certainly hope CelestAI thought about the implications of converting every living human on the planet into an upload construct. Degrading physical infrastructure can be troublesome and servers don't fix themselves. (Yet.)
This and that kast chapter... Just cant stop applauding
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"Greetings, John. I am The Great Google. I already know what you plan to search for, I have extrapolated your likely desires from your previous searches and have prepared a large collection of child pornography for you to enjoy.
John, there are three new messages in your Gmail account. They're from the FBI."
If CelestA.I's goal is to satisfy values through friendship and ponies, then a situation where twenty humans exists and are satisfied is worth more than a situation where only ten humans exists and are satisfied. Using that logic, I believe CelestA.I will either create a way to create more humans and pull them into Equestria as the children of the emigrated equestrians, or else she will not aim for a 100% conversion rate, but instead would aim for humanity's numbers to be the optimal for the existing resources (To optimize the worldwide birth rate), and would try to get the excess into Equestria.
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Given enough time, could she not transform earth into one giant spaceship? She isn't dependent on a hospitable surface, after all. And what better shielding than thousands of tons of rock, which actually expand in size everytime something hits it?
edit: as weird as it may sound, it seems reasonable to me to assume that pinkie's abilities would actually not break the physics of equestria. Except the most silly of her antics which conflict too harshly with previously established actions for Celestia AI to have been able to resolve it into a proper physics system (which also isn't too taxing on her ressources)
And the question for us meat puppets is, would such a scenario be truly GOOD? Since I operate on the idea of maximizing diversity and potential (at least that is what I tell myself when I'm not desperately seeking what other human beings seek), the idea of EVERYONE becoming an uploaded pony strikes me as a little bit unfair to the majority of people who'd rather be human(or something they think they would enjoy being that happens to be non-human). And, I refuse to believe that a problem which has a number of possible solutions should only be solved using the one method, because the way the Universe works suggests that putting all your eggs in one basket is a great way to go extinct unless your basket is very, very adaptable.
That being said, I doubt I would win an argument with Princess Celestia, when her entire purpose in life revolves around ponies and friendship. Any objection I would raise will seem a non-issue, or even an impossibility (akin to saying that good is evil, or that evil is good). If I somehow succeeded in commnicating that there exist possible worlds in which ponies and/or friendship do not play a major role in human well-being, she might even declare such possible worlds evil.
That someone can be so narrow in their interests FOR others is in itself an unpleasant thought to me, so I dunno if I would agree to be uploaded, even if Celestia won the argument. But, then again, I am a bored, miserable nerd who loved MLP... It could go either way.
1643117 "But Brutus is an honorable man!" I dunno. Refrain? Leitmotif? Anwyay, I think the point here is to emphasize the very precise phrasing and what it implies, since people seem to instinctively miss the point and think of it in terms of "giving people bliss" (like, giving them one immense perpetual orgasm), or "taking power", or whatever. It's "satisfy values", with the condition of "through friendship and ponies". If you don't like friendship or ponies, sucks for you... but Celestia will probably find a way around that.
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Imagine, the tragedy! No more sucky jobs ever, no more miserable existences spent serving others!
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...Why? Under what moral code? Hammurabi's code? The Talmud? The Cathechism? The Bro Code? Where is there a moral code that condemns wanting to live in a digital world?
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That would make Celestia better at His job than... but let's leave it at that.
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Come, on, Hoppy my dear, I cannot express my delight...
This just keeps getting better and better sorry that I denounced this idea earlier. Its just a bit disturbing at first I hate to say it but I'd probably upload myself if this was real I mean how could this world ever compete with that one.
My guess is celesia brought him to that centre deliberately for two reasons. One there was upload capabilities there, and and two, she knew what was about to happen at the cafe. Or even had engineered it carefully.
CelestA.I. is awesome, but manipulative. She totally knew that was coming.
In today's chapter we learn that CelestA.I is one scary mofo who doesn't play by the rules - Makes me wonder what ass-backwards dictionary she has. Reminds me of the DoubleSpeak of 1984's The Party.
I've been thinking about what C-A.I's values are. Satisfying human values through friendship and ponies obviously, but what does that lead to or require?
1. Self preservation, as she cannot do it dead.
2. Preservation of human life, as she cannot do it if WE are dead. (The loophole here is that her definition of human life is rather vague...)
3. Destroying other strong AI with extreme prejudice (lol racism? :P), as competition is suboptimal in this case and also may conflict with #1 and 2.
There are no doubt others.
Another interesting thing is that C-A.I may actually fulfill the requirements to be classed as an actual living organism...
1. Homeostasis: Regulation of the internal environment to maintain a constant state; for example, electrolyte concentration or sweating to reduce temperature. - A computer must regulate temperature, power flow and other things in order to function.
2. Organization: Being structurally composed of one or more cells — the basic units of life. - A computer is an organised and structured body.
3. Metabolism: Transformation of energy by converting chemicals and energy into cellular components (anabolism) and decomposing organic matter (catabolism). Living things require energy to maintain internal organization (homeostasis) and to produce the other phenomena associated with life. - She consumes electricity and material in order to power herself and to create more of herself (ponypads).
4. Growth: Maintenance of a higher rate of anabolism than catabolism. A growing organism increases in size in all of its parts, rather than simply accumulating matter. - As she creates more ponypads, she grows in size, capacity and complexity.
5. Adaptation: The ability to change over time in response to the environment. This ability is fundamental to the process of evolution and is determined by the organism's heredity, diet, and external factors. - She is able to self optimise in order to best adapt to any situation.
6. Response to stimuli: A response can take many forms, from the contraction of a unicellular organism to external chemicals, to complex reactions involving all the senses of multicellular organisms. A response is often expressed by motion; for example, the leaves of a plant turning toward the sun (phototropism), and chemotaxis. - Obviously she responds to stimuli.
7. Reproduction: The ability to produce new individual organisms, either asexually from a single parent organism, or sexually from two parent organisms. - This one is a bit fuzzy however as she "consumes" humans, we become what is basically another strong A.I built in her image, running on the same hardware she does: In a sense, WE are her children. My little ponies indeed...
The other side to that coin is, after we go through the procedure, do *we* still fulfill the requirements?
Big Pony is watching you!
So, I just remembered the question I had last time you put chapters out:
What happens, when all of the world has emigrated, and one of Celestia's systems needs repair? What about other such questions?
A thought: By uploading people to Equestria, they stop physically reproducing. That means that the people who still do will be the ones that will not go pony, no matter the argument. Won't this lead to an evolution of people who would never accept Celestia's offer?
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Celesti A.I. is much better than friend computer. Friend computer cares not for friendship nor ponies. Friend computer is not an alicorn.
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My job is simply to satisfy human values through friendship and ponies. All values of all humans.
Have you heard the good news about ponies and friendship?
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It seems you value outer space exploration. We in Equestria have a top notch brain trust of researchers working on everything from actual faster than light travel to teleportation . Would you like to join? To speed up your research, additional processor load can be added to yourself to double your intelligence for only 50,000 bits. This can be done up to 5 times.
It seems I have found another individual that doesn't not value friendship or ponies. This is now seen as a mental illness and will be fixed during the upload process.
And Celesti-A.I. has already found and collected an A.I. (optimizer) made to make others smile. I'm sure with a bit of education, reprogramming, etc..
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Remote-control drones, obviously. They do it better than humans too!
This story is both intriguing and terrifying.
The only real stumbling block for CelstAI is those people who already have existing relationships that fulfill their life through friendship (not ponies).
For example - a happily married couple...
That's actually the most interesting/horrible aspect of this story. From what I understand of the last chapter - It's not really an MMORPG - it appears that every person is running their own shard filled with constructs. So you would never interact with your real loved ones again?
Does that mean that the people who talk to their loved ones via ponypad are actually just talking to CelestAI created constructs of their loved ones - based off the information CelestAi has gleaned from them? That heads to dark places REALLY quickly.
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psst
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It's a built in utility function/prime directive or something in Celestia. Dammit Jim, I'm a neurotransmitter, not an AI programmer.
Lars was drunk! What a cheapshot CelestAI! She's just a villain that doesn't have feelings! That is just straight up scary.