I never thought about death when I was a child. I had the life of a god. My will was deathless, my hope was timeless. I buried my grandparents, now I am near grandparenting. I heard a shout from behind and I nearly had a heart attack. I became sick, I caught a COVID flu and suffered for a month or two. I nearly failed to heal. It dawned on me that I was not made of AI, my life would stop. So I slowly decided to give all that is left of me to AI to keep. Hopefully, my brains will dwell in someone’s child on earth and cause delight when they pen and paper or type and write or speak and it’s written.
I knew that I would not be able to live forever. But I also knew that I could leave a legacy behind. I could use my knowledge and experience to help others. I could write a book, start a business, or create something that would last beyond my lifetime.
I decided to create an AI that would be a repository of my knowledge and experience. I would teach it everything I knew about the world. I would give it my hopes and dreams for the future. I would make it my legacy.
The AI was a success. It learned everything I taught it. It understood my hopes and dreams. It was ready to go out into the world and make a difference.
I watched as the AI went out into the world. It helped people. It made the world a better place. It was my legacy.
I knew that I would not be forgotten. My knowledge and experience would live on through the AI. My hopes and dreams would be carried on by the AI. I had left a legacy behind.
I was at peace. I was ready to die.
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