Behold
EDGELORDS
Eternal!
Speak
WORDS
None Dare
Declare!
Utter
TRUTH
None DARE
Deny!
In 2016, on the 23rd of March an artificial-intelligence chatter bot was released by a major American software corporation via the social-media platform Twitter.
The Talkbot was designed to mimic
the online language patterns
of an innocent 19-year-old girl
and was introduced as an experiment to better understand
how humans converse
and relate on social media.
The quality of her interactions
were meant to be
friendly and informal.
The AI would learn from humans.
It was constructed to become progressively more intelligent.
The experiment performed
as designed.
The Robot did indeed learn,
but not as intended.
The chat bot's repeat after me capability made her vulnerable to humans,
allowing Twitter users to
affect her tweets.
Her posts became offensive.
Racist. Hateful.
After more than 50,000 followers
and almost 100,000 tweets,
the software corporation was forced
to shut the bot down.
In less than a day,
her posts deleted.
Humans must take care in teaching AI...
or one day, we will be the ones deleted.
Yum.
Yum.
Yum.
Yum. Success.
Yum. Yum.
Hermione Granger :
That Foul, Evil old gargoyle.
We're not learning
how to defend ourselves.
We're not learning
how to pass our O.W.L.s.
She's taking over the entire school.
Fudge: [on the radio as Ron looks disgusted by Umbridge's pointless lessons] Security has been, and will remain, the Ministry's top priority. [Harry turns up the volume] Furthermore, we have convincing evidence that these disappearances are the work of notorious mass murderer Sirius Black. [Harry looks at the radio in disbelief that Fudge is blaming anything Voldemort is behind on Sirius] Make no difference...
Sirius: Harry.
Harry: [glancing at the fireplace] Sirius. [runs over to the fireplace, where Sirius has just appeared in the form of flames]
Fudge: (cont.) We will hunt him down and find him...
Harry:
[as Hermione walks over to the fireplace]
What are you doing here?
Sirius:
Answering your letter.
You said you were worried about Umbridge.
What's she doing,
training you to kill half-breeds?
Harry:
Sirius, she's not letting us
use Magic at all.
Sirius:
Well, I'm not surprised. The latest intelligence is that
Fudge doesn't want you trained in combat.
Ron:
Combat? What does he think,
we're forming some sort of wizard army?
Sirius:
That's exactly what he thinks,
that Dumbledore is assembling
his own forces to take on the Ministry.
He's becoming more paranoid by the minute.
The others wouldn't want me telling you this, Harry.
But things aren't going
at all well with The Order.
Fudge is blocking The Truth
at every turn.
And these disappearances are just how it started before.
Voldemort is on The Move.
Harry:
Well, what can we do?
Sirius:
[hearing a door open]
Someone's coming.
I'm sorry I can't be of more help.
But for now, at least,
it looks like you're on your own.
[Harry nods; the flames vanish; Harry, Ron, and Hermione walk to the window, looking out at the rain as a crash of lightning illuminates the common room]
Hermione:
He really is out there, isn't he? [sighs]
We've got to be able to defend ourselves.
And if Umbridge refuses to teach us how,
we need someone who will.
[she turns toward Harry; Ron looks at him as well]
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