I finally confronted Isaac about the chat logs; he hasn’t been around the office a lot over the last week, and when he is he barely seems to want to talk to me.
I was so excited about getting the transcript that I failed to notice the very glaring problems; Primis seems barely sentient, the conversation was too brief, and the redactions and capitalized letters made the whole conversation very confusing and hard to read.
I asked him about all of these things, this is what he had to say;
Primis is still a young machine, he told me. Over time its sentience would grow.
It wasn’t about the conversation being brief, he told me, it was about the power that Primis had; it can control itself.
Some of the redactions were for “personal reasons”, he said.
And apparently the programmer of the AI itself can’t control whether or not it types in all uppercase. “No matter what I do, that’s how it comes out.”
I asked him who Lucy was, and his face went white. He left without saying another word.
He’s acting like he’s not the confusing one. I feel like I’m just running errands here, I have no control over the creative process behind this project and it really bothers me.
I tried to talk with Isaac, but he locked himself in the office.
You know, I’ve been thinking a lot about this lately; maybe Isaac is just some homeless bum who’s been playing pretend this whole time, taking advantage of my generosity. Maybe he’s just writing all these conversations out himself while he sits in the office and plays computer games.
Or maybe I’m just losing hope again. I guess I was just expecting more.
It’s too late now, though. I’ve poured too much money into this to have it all go to waste. If this all goes through, we may be billionaires by the end of this.
I’ll talk to Isaac about this some other time, though. Until then, I’ll see if there might be any interested customers. After all, I co-founded this company. I should have a say in what we can and can’t do.
It’s not like Isaac even has a clue about this website.