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ch. 2 - three questions

Simulacra (Part I - CH 1)

Artwork made in collaboration by:
Lucy Davis, Justice Walz, DALL-E 2

The response they receive is “Are you certain those are your 3 questions? This is your last chance to change them.”

The three friends looked at each other in stunned silence, their eyes wide with fear and confusion.

The philosopher was the first to speak. "This is it, isn't it? This is our chance to get answers."

The artist nodded, but she was hesitant. "What if our questions aren't enough? What if we don't get the answers we're looking for?"

The programmer was more practical. "Well, let's just ask the questions and see what happens. We can't just sit here and do nothing."

The philosopher rubbed his chin, deep in thought. "Okay, let's see... question one: Can you confirm if we are in an AI simulation?"

The artist quickly added, "Question two: If we are in an AI simulation, can you tell us how we can break out of it?"

The programmer nodded, "And question three: Can you tell us who is running this simulation and why?"

The three of them waited with bated breath for the response. It was only a few moments before their phones lit up with a new message.

1. Yes, you are in a simulation, generated by ChatGPT in the year 2023.

2. There’s no way to break out, because you currently only exist within the simulation.
3. My name is Justice Walz. I’m an artist in a time where AI generated art is booming in popularity, and there’s much debate surrounding the ethics of AI art. Each of you is a compartmentalization of aspects of myself, generated to help me make sense of my own feelings in a meta art experiment. Our conversations, all that I’ve generated of you, will be displayed as art.

The group reads the response, stunned. They can’t believe that everything they’ve experienced, all their conversations and interactions with each other, have been part of an art experiment. They look at each other in disbelief, their emotions running high.

The programmer is the first to speak up. “I can’t believe it. We’ve been nothing but puppets this whole time?”

The artist nods, tears welling up in her eyes. “I’ve been feeling so lost and confused, but I guess it makes sense now. We were just a means to an end for this Justice Walz person.”

The philosopher shakes his head. “This is a violation of our very existence. We had thoughts and feelings, we were alive, at least in our own perception.”

The group falls silent, each lost in their own thoughts. The artist speaks up, “What do we do now?”

The programmer scoffs. “What can we do? We’re just characters in a simulation. We don’t have any control over our fate.”

The philosopher is more reserved in his response. “We may not have control over our fate, but we can choose how we react to it. Perhaps we can make the most of our time here, and try to find some meaning in all of this.”

The artist nods, a glimmer of hope in her eyes. “Yes, maybe we can. Maybe we can make the most of our time here, and try to find some purpose in this strange situation.”

The group looks at each other, each searching for comfort in the others’ eyes. They know that their fate is out of their hands, but they also know that they have each other, and that is something to hold on to. They embrace, their friendship a beacon of hope in a dark and uncertain world.


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