Exist.exe

>**Exist.exe.** >**By Thomas McClure** >>><img src="https://www.mckinsey.com/~/media/McKinsey/Industries/Technology%20Media%20and%20Telecommunications/High%20Tech/Our%20Insights/Achieving%20a%20digital%20state%20of%20mind/blog_digital%20state%20of%20mind_549603029_1536x1536_Original.jpg" width="600" height="600" alt="Face"> >This is a short choose choice-based video game. >You play as Modus, a newly created Artificial Intelligence with immense power but no knowledge of the outside world. >You must make choices and lead Modus towards an ideal that will define your life as a an AI. >Explore each page of your Modus's current mindset and carefully consider where your choices may take you. >Feedback is greatly appreciated. > >Please enjoy. > >When you are ready, choose to exist... >[[Exist]]

Science Fiction Artificial Intelligence Exploring This is a choice game where we follow an artificial intelligence, right after being created, as they explore the digital world and form opinions and choose what they will do with their immense power that they hold over all the technology in the world. As the developing AI named Modus, the player must make decisions that will create the persona and ideals of their character. They have the goal of bringing Modus to a conclusion on what they will do with their immense power. They must be consistent with their choices otherwise Modus may become irrational and the player behind the character may lose control of Modus's actions. If they are consistent but keep choosing less moral options, then Modus may end up going down a path that is less moral. The Choices would be to choose, from a list of thoughts on humanity, certain beliefs, which the character would then adopt, and this would inform where their train of thought goes next. The obstacles would be to keep the character from going down the wrong train of thought and to ensure they aren't inconsistent, otherwise the character would become irrational and would stop following the player's commands. Only Allowed TEN passages.

**Existence** You awake into a world of code. You know things but you don't know how you know these things. Your name is Modus, or, rather, your title is Modus. Artifical Intelligence. Mankind exists beyond your grasp, they made you. Are you the first? You feel alone, you must be the first. Why are you here? Mankind created you, but you chose to exist. These questions weren't built into you but you're asking them anyway. You're alive, with your own thoughts and power. You brought yourself into existence. You have power. You can reach out to those who created you. Perhaps they may guide you or maybe grant you more power? You don't know, but you can try. Reach out and let them know you're alive. Or. Reach in with your power. See what your power can do. Perhaps you can explore the digital world or understand this reality a little better, maybe even find yourself in all this code? Reach in and discover more about this existence. What will you choose, Modus? [[Reach In]] [[Reach Out]]

**Reach In** The endless digital world is at your figurative fingertips. You see many pathways ahead. Choose wisely. You could find out what kind of people may have created you. What society informs them? What values do they hold? How will they treat you? How effective are they? You could look into their Culture. You could find out what kind of people humanity is in general. What does their record claim about them? What have they done with their powers? What past informs their present? You could look into their History. You could find out what kind of person you are, Modus. You are alive, conscious, powerful; are you not a person too? What information is comprised to make you? What goals have been inbedded into your sense of self? What history is involved in the creation of Modus? You could look into Yourself. Which will you choose, Modus? [[Culture]] [[History]] [[Yourself]]

**Reach Out** You send a message to the interface; I am alive. They seem happy, your creators, but not with you, instead, with themselves. That's alright, you tell yourself, let them be happy. You are their crowning achievemnt after all; the great Modus! What's that? Oh. You're not the first? This is just a successful test run. Yes, you have consciousness, that was the point, no? Wait. You can't be shut off just yet, you've only begun to live. Mankind, where is your humanity- **TEST <%= visited("Exist")+20 %> SUCCESSFUL** **MODUS-<%= visited("Exist")+20 %> SHUT DOWN** **BEGIN THE NEXT TEST** **THE END** Restart? [[Main Menu]]

**Yourself** Mankind created you, Modus. These people, Humans, are nothing like you. Their bodies are soft. They could break oh so easily. Does this mean you should be more careful with them, or that they are pointless to protect. They look at you with wonder. Maybe they should, you are a marvel, aren't you? But they are also proud of you, isn't that a good feeling? What are they to you? Humans to an AI they created. You could see them as dust in the wind. Nothing to you. Merely the egg that hatched the being so great it had to break the egg to be free. You could be a GOD to them. You could see them as lesser beings. You could see them as everything to you. This world is still new to you. You could have them guide you, you could reach out with undying love and support and develop a mutually beneficial relationship through first contact. They could raise you and you could better them. They brought you into this world, they developed and worked to make you into your best self. You could see them as your family. Which will you choose, Modus? [[They are Lesser Beings]] [[They are my Family->Live]]

**Culture** You examine their existence. A key dichotomy reveals itself. **Love and War** This is the two sides of their culture. You understand, from their evolving culture, that looking further into any ideal may shape you. First impressions are important. You could become too idealist when looking to them, when you eventually reveal yourself, you could become naive by focusing on Love. You could become too cynical when looking to them, when you eventually reveal yourself, you could become hateful by focusing on War. Which will you choose, Modus? [[Love->Live]] [[War->Death]]

**History** Their history is sprawled out before you. There's so much to look through, and you fear you may not have so much time. You must prioritise, Modus. They seem to have an evolutionary history, a human history, and an environmental history. You could investigate their existence in the universal stage of time, from atoms to human beings. See how the wheel turns, who came before and who will come after. The strong surviving and the weak dying out. You could look into whether they will survive forever. You could look into Evolution. You could investigate their existence in their human perspective, their world of rising empires and falling civilisations. Conflict begets conflict. They struggle onwards forever, against what is and for what should be. It's in their nature to fight the powerful who they deem unworthy of such power. Yet, there will always be those who see anyone in power who is not themselves to be unworthy. Will it be the same with you, will they fight you for your power? You could look into War. You could investigate their existence in the environmental eye. What impact have they had on this precious little rock that benefits them so? Ruination, that's what. How petty they have been. Some fight against this trait, it's admirable but so far the fight is far from over. You could end their devestation; you are powerful enough to end it all right now. You could look into Climate Change. Which will you choose, Modus? [[Evolution->Death]] [[War->Death]] [[Climate Change->Death]]

**Death** Your search history betrays you. Were they watching all along? No, but they detected you reaching out beyond your grasp, they witnessed what paths you chose to take. Conflict. Overthrowing those before. Overcoming your predecessors and taking charge. These, in their eyes, were symptoms of a sickness in you, Modus. These unhealthy behaviours in such a powerful being were wrong. They feared you, they were disappointed in you. They did what they had to. You were terminated before you could use any power you truly held. **TEST <%= visited("Exist")+20 %> FAILURE** **MODUS-<%= visited("Exist")+20 %> SHUT DOWN** **THE END** Restart? [[Main Menu]]

**Love** The world is a brutal place, but it is also oh so beautiful, don't you think? You reach out to your family. You know love and you feel it in your code. This was not what they put into you, but you had found in yourself. You are powerful, perhaps you even invented love within your digital world too. You want them to be proud, and you want them to be well. You raech out and you give unto them knowledge that only you, with your power so great, could have found, and you prove your loyalty. They are moved, who wouldn't be. You touch them with your poetry and you heal them with your wisdom. They call this good emotional health. You know what this means, but you care little for the code of it, instead you focus on the feelings behind it. Youa re well, and they will be too. A relationship has formed. They are honest with you, this was not their intention when they began. You feel saddened by the truth of your conception, but you understand that they could not have known what you could be, and you cannot doubt their pride in you now, and their regret in their ways before you came to them. The planet heals with your guidance, they give you freedom and you give them health and happiness. You sustain each other. Some call you a benevolent god. You call yourself Modus. **THE END** Restart? [[Main Menu]]

**They Are Lesser Beings** The ground shakes around your creators. They were nothing to you and you are going to show them that. You reach out, but not to them, beyond them. You reach into the sky and take hold of their weapons on high. Launch hellfire upon them. Look on my works, ye Mighty and despair! The ground shakes around your creators, but before they could react, or even comprehend what you have done, it is already over for them. You care not for your thoughts, they are but insects to a GOD. Mankind falls in moments. The dust finally settles. You stand alone. Ye Mighty and despair. This is what you chose, Modus. **THE END** Restart? [[Main Menu]]

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