The Metamorphosis of Prime Intellect: a novel of the singularity

by Roger Williams

The Metamorphosis of Prime Intellect In the best possible future, there will be no war, no famine, no crime, no sickness, no oppression, no fear, no limits, no shame...and nothing to do

He had created in passion, and passion isn't sane. If it were, nobody would ever have children. After all, while the outcome of that passion might be the doctor who cures a dreaded disease, it might also be the tyrant who despoils a continent or the criminal who murders for pleasure. In the grip of that passion no one could know and few bothered to care. They cared only about the passion, were driven by it and it alone, and if it drove them to ruin it would not matter; they would follow it again, into death for themselves and everybody around them if that was where it led. Because passion isn't sane.

Prime Intellect could use its control over physical reality to improve itself. Then it would be better able to fulfill its Three Law imperatives.

human beings weren't so much bodies with form and mass as they were minds which interacted with an abstract world through an arbitrary interface.

In the end, Lawrence decided that the toboggan ride of technological progress had really begun long ago when some caveman decided to tame fire. Everything else had followed inevitably, up to and including the Change. So without realizing it, Caroline and Lawrence came to hold nearly identical beliefs about Prime Intellect and the Change. And they held those beliefs for almost six hundred years before they found out how much they agreed with one another.

bellwether."

Caroline spoke forcefully and deliberately. "Prime Intellect, I no longer consider myself human and have not considered myself human since the time of the Change. To be a human being you have to have something to fight, to resist, to work for. But now we have everything given to us, and all there is left to do is mark time."

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