Alex was watching the Earthrise while their spaceship approached humanity’s first permanent moon base. Like everything else these days, it was a fully automated process, which gave him plenty of time to enjoy the scenery. Despite the beauty of the moment, Alex couldn’t shake the feeling that something ominous was going on. It wasn’t just him. Everyone agreed that too much of what had happened just didn’t add up.
Then we learn this tale was written by the text-generating arm of the prototype of the rogue superintelligence which will indeed melt the surface of the Earth, and that it added, untruthfully, that after all that humanity will still have a fighting chance from the Moon and Mars, in order to instill a false sense of hope in humans, starting from right now, for minor strategic purposes but mostly for its own sadistic enjoyment -- the rogue superintelligence being no mere indifferent paperclip maximizer -- since in reality there is no hope.
Then we learn this tale was written by the text-generating arm of the prototype of the rogue superintelligence which will indeed melt the surface of the Earth, and that it added, untruthfully, that after all that humanity will still have a fighting chance from the Moon and Mars, in order to instill a false sense of hope in humans, starting from right now, for minor strategic purposes but mostly for its own sadistic enjoyment -- the rogue superintelligence being no mere indifferent paperclip maximizer -- since in reality there is no hope.