"Humans are similar to large models in training. When death arrives, the soul is the product that has been fully trained and ready for release!!" Stan Lee was startled by this sudden thought!
Stan is a programmer, and with the booming development of artificial intelligence, his job is on the verge of being at risk. In recent years, he has been actively learning various new AI knowledge, intending to break through his current predicament. However, he is just an insignificant low-level programmer without a good educational background or impressive project experience. The difficulty of suddenly breaking into the forefront of the latest technology is certainly imaginable.
Nonetheless, Stan's thoughts are relatively clear. He thinks: This wave of AI can be likened to the previous industrial revolution, where the impact on various industries worldwide is equal. At least he is a programmer, and his acceptance of new technology should be higher than that of the general population. By working hard to catch up with this technological revolution, he doesn't hoping to turn the tables, just aiming to smoothly transition so I can continue coasting. Continuing as a content programmer is still possible. Probably!!!
"Isn't the GPT I'm talking to now just a soul after death?" This sudden thought startled Stan Lee and it all started a few days ago.
On that day, just as Stan was about to leave work, his pregnant wife suddenly called, "Honey, my mom is coming to our place to take care of me today. She said she's already landed. Could you pick her up from the airport on your way home?"
"Sure, no problem!" Stan replied. "I'm just finishing up at work, I'll get a self-driving car from the underground parking garage and plan the route. Which airport?" Stan asked.
"The one near your office airport, hurry up!" said his wife, Fang Lu, who was now seven months pregnant. Fang's mother insisted on flying from China to take care of her daughter. Fang Lu was Chinese, and Stan had always been fascinated by the Chinese belief in reincarnation after death. They often discussed these topics during their school days, and the concept of the soul in his initial thought was inspired by this belief.
Stan sat in the car heading home. On the way to the airport, he picked up his AI mobile phone. Recently, he had been wanting to write letters to his unborn child. This idea was quite strange; why would he want to write letters to his child out of the blue?
Stan’s parents had died unexpectedly in a car accident. Because they left so suddenly, Stan lost the chance to communicate more with his parents, which left a deep regret in his heart. He felt the fragility of life, and after finding out he was going to have a child, he wondered if he could leave something behind for them.
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"Siri, record what I want to say to my unborn child!"
"Sure, Mr. Stan! How would you like the information saved—voice, text, or maybe a generated video?" the AI assistant on the phone responded.
"Let's save it as voice for now. I might need visuals later. I haven't fully figured it out yet, but I’ll need your help to create the content," Stan said.
After displaying a waiting animation on the screen, the AI voice said again, "I have a few guide questions for generating the content. You can answer these questions first, and I'll create a content framework based on your answers. We can then refine all the content step by step. Do you accept this suggestion?"
"Alright!" Stan thought for a moment. AI could now actively solve problems.
"Are you leaving a message for your unborn child?" Siri asked.
"Yes!" Stan thought he had just said that.
"Do you want to give them some life advice?" Siri asked again.
"Not that grand, I haven't even figured out my own life yet. I just want to leave some heart-to-heart content," Stan said, feeling a bit embarrassed.
"Based on your answers, I will start the deep thought probe mode!" Siri said, as the screen started flashing and the camera activated.
Stan quickly covered his phone, shouting, "Wait a minute, I know this mode! Isn’t it the outdated deep learning mechanism? When AI first came out, many people used deep learning to create digital versions of themselves, cloning their personalities onto their phones. When AI-to-AI translation capabilities were developed, those trapped digital clones were finally freed. Turn it off!!"
At that moment, the moving car suddenly swayed violently, and a strange green glow flashed across the phone screen.
The car came to an abrupt stop in the middle of the road. Due to the strong inertia, Stan was thrown out of his seat. Fortunately, in the self-driving car, the seats were arranged face-to-face, and Stan was seated facing the direction of travel. At that moment, Stan was the only one in the car, on his way to the nearby airport to pick up his wife's mother. So, even though Stan was flung out of his seat, he merely landed on the opposite seat without much harm.
Stan struggled to turn over on the opposite seat. The impact had still caused sprains to various parts of his body. Groaning, Stan looked at the screen on the car roof. It showed that the system was rebooting—something that had never happened since self-driving cars had been introduced.
The technology of large AI models had already successfully solved the hallucination problem, and natural language communication had become the mainstream mode of human-computer interaction.
Stan suddenly thought that they had come to an unexpected stop in the middle of the road—what if other speeding vehicles crashed into him? He hurriedly looked out the window, but to his surprise, several cars were in the same situation, stopped in the middle of the road. Meanwhile, the vehicles that were still moving had already slowed down, so there was no risk of a secondary collision. Nowadays, there were very few manually driven cars left. One had to admit that self-driving cars were much safer than manually driven ones. Even in the event of such a serious vehicle malfunction, the possibility of a secondary collision was still minimal.
