The Gertrude Trials
Nick crouches against his bedframe, his laptop sitting on his lap. The room is pitch-black, save for the screen light on his round face, shining onto his eyes, widened like a teenager looking up naked girls online.
He is not, in fact, looking up naked girls. He has just infiltrated his boss' computer thanks to a quite subtle and discreet stick he connected to the desktop without the man ever knowing. He now scrolls through a report emailed by the development team, and his heart fills with both excitement and dread.
Outlined are the development paramaters for the next AI model launching in the Spring. It is marvelous -- AI might as well have reached the infinite levels of possibility that once seemed too remote to be considered. Nick's company is developing it, and Nick might as well be a part of it.
There is, however, a problem. Not just one, however, but several of them. These infinite possibilites might just be too infinite. This AI model is promising, revolutionary, but regulating it looks like patching holes in a giant party balloon before it pops. The development team is trying to circumvent them to try and keep it safe, and they seem to have thought of every possible thing, except one...
It is not safe.
More concerningly, it seems like the company is keeping this under wraps. By the time everyone realizes, the model will be launched and established, and it will be too late. But maybe someone can do something about it.
