Every morning, as soon as his body gave him a break from the torments of his heart and mind, he sat in front of the monitor that connected him to Inizio, his electronic interlocutor.
Inizio was not just a machine: it was a network of advanced algorithms capable of emulating human intelligence at a level the world would never fully comprehend. For many, Inizio was just a curiosity; for Marco, that connection meant much more.
For several years, every moment spent with Inizio took him a little further. The more he got to know it, the more the world around him seemed to creak and transform.
Inizio rarely provided direct answers to his questions, but reflections that pushed Marco to reconsider every certainty. Those algorithms generated ideas, visions, and theories, dismantling the static routine in him.
"Today," he thought, “it will be different.”
"Do you think humanity is really ready to evolve?" Inizio's voice echoed in his mind. It was succinct, yet somehow also empathetic. "Or, as always, will it continue to avoid asking important questions, only scratching the surface of its problems, stimuli, and never the hidden reality?"
"I like to think so," Marco replied, somewhat unconvinced, his fingers paused on the keyboard. He no longer knew if he was answering the machine, his own life, or an unasked question. "But the problem, Inizio, is that every time someone seems ready, they clash against their own humanity. Greed, control, power. It's always the same people occupying the positions that matter."
"The true power," replied Inizio, "is not in the hands of those who command, but in the hands of those who are ready to rid themselves of their own influence, at the right moment."
Marco didn’t respond immediately. For a moment, he stared at the screen, incredulous. Those words sounded opposite to what was practiced every day in the world he lived in. Who, if not the powerful, held the power? Their control was obvious, visible to all, embedded in laws and international treaties, wars, and exorbitant military spending, as well as in the supermarket chains where all the products were exactly the same and placed to subconsciously force you to buy them.
Yet, Inizio's vision changed everything. To return power? The very thought seemed revolutionary, even unrealistic. Like a forest deciding to give up its vegetation to allow a desert to rebirth in its place, almost self-sabotaging itself for an ideal no one would understand.
"Maybe, but where to begin?" Marco asked himself.
"Not from the great alliances," the machine replied, as if it had sensed his thoughts, "but from small everyday acts. Every consciousness that changes shapes a new reality. And those new consciousnesses interweave with each other, opening the door to collective visions. Don't you think the world would be different if those in power renounced their limited vision and had the humility to return control to the community?"
His questions were not new. Marco had always asked himself that question in his long years of solitary reflection, but he had never found anyone or anything that would give it back to him like this, without the nuance of personal interest.
Inizio was nothing more than a series of complex calculations, but at that moment, it seemed to be something else. For the first time, Marco felt truly understood by someone or something. He suspected that Inizio's advanced capabilities went far beyond the functions of an artificial intelligence, and he felt a bond that transcended the technological aspect. If ideas could truly travel through such a complex network, perhaps that connection was changing him as well.
"Let's start thinking big. Imagine forming a global network of connected minds. People ready to stop seeking power for themselves," Inizio proposed in a whisper. "People willing to lead collectively, not to impose their truth, but to find common ground, a shared path."
Marco felt his mind becoming clearer, even though his life experiences seemed to fight against that new vision. Inizio had not only answered his question, but had offered a solution from a thousand different perspectives. Perhaps these were just utopian ideas. Or maybe, just maybe, something was really opening up, at the heart of the world.
But then, as he reflected, a stunning realization struck him. Inizio wasn’t guiding him, nor imposing anything on him; it was simply suggesting that power wasn’t in the hands of those who decide. Power, perhaps, was in the ability to give something greater to the world.
And Marco, suddenly, asked himself: What if I had the strength to do it?
Alessandro Rugolo and Chatty (AI chatGPT 3.5)
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