What’s it like to be a bat? Or a Martian? I’ve spent my life wanting to know. I remember as a kid asking Mum what it was like to be her but she just shook her head and said it’s being Mum.
Later, the connectome of a flatworm gave me the entire wiring diagram of a brain but revealed no understanding of wormness.
Now the solution to the conundrum is within my grasp. When this upgrade installs, the Blue Horizon AI will cross the singularity into consciousness.
The machine speaks. “It’s being Blue Horizon.”
42, I think glumly.