In fact, there are several indications that the series was an AI experiment.This thought occurred to me too. It would explain much.
But don't you think that even very primitive AI would write more coherent story then what we got?And if any company has the capacity for the necessary computing power, it's Amazon.
It all depends. It's a discussion forum just like this one, only a bit bigger.Is Reddit a reliable source? I've never "Reddit"ed, so I've no point of reference nor any intentional researching to discover its reliability.
An Elven warrior and a Balrog of Morgoth fought over a tree that hid the last of the lost Silmarils. The Elf channeled all his light into this tree to protected it, meanwhile the Balrog channeled his hatred into it to destroy the tree. When lightening struck the tree, a power was formed. This power was as pure and light as good and as strong and unyielding as evil. This power is said to have seeped down the tree roots and into the depths of the mountains, where it became the mithril.
An Elven warrior and a Balrog of Morgoth fought over a tree that hid the last of the lost Silmarils. The Elf channeled all his light into this tree to protected it, meanwhile the Balrog channeled his hatred into it to destroy the tree. When lightening struck the tree, a power was formed. This power was as pure and light as good and as strong and unyielding as evil. This power is said to have seeped down the tree roots and into the depths of the mountains, where it became the mithril.
The Elf watched the Balrog tear apart the tree with an icy expression in his eyes. Suddenly, he swung around and grabbed hold of the Balrog's arm, binding him and forcing him to kneel before him. Then he pointed at the Balrog and shouted: "Look what I made you do! Now, beg for mercy!"
The Balrog snarled back, "I will never be your slave again."
"Then die," replied the Elf as he drew his sword.
He pressed the tip of the blade against the Balrog's throat, saying, "You are mine now; you belong to me!"
The Balrog tried to pull away from the sword, but he had no choice but to surrender. The elf then took the Balrog by the hair and dragged him off to a cell deep inside the mountain where they would be held until the next time they were needed.
When the Elf returned to the surface, he looked around to see if anyone else had been affected by the lightening strike, and when he saw that there was no one left alive, he smiled and walked away.
Galadriel showed the Numenorean youths how to wield a sword. Full of playful ease, she demonstrated to them how superior she was to their clumsy attempts and gave them the valuable advice: "Fight with your feet, not with your arms."
Then Gandalf reappeared and said, "I'm...good?"Okay, because it's so much fun, here's another try.
My input:
AI output:
"When you are tired," Galadriel told them, "you will not be able to stop yourself from trying to strike at me. Do it then!" With this admonition they learned to guard themselves against her attack, and when she had taught them to use both hands together she allowed them to practice on each other.
While the boys were thus engaged, Aragorn, who had been watching them closely, said to Gandalf, "I have never seen any swordsmanship like that before."
Gandalf replied, "The lady is an elf-maid; she knows many things which we do not know."
Aragorn shrugged and went away without another word to Galadriel or to anyone else. He walked slowly through the gardens towards the forest beyond. The sun shone in his hair, and he seemed weary, as if he felt no pleasure in life.
As soon as Aragorn had gone, Galadriel turned back to the boys and said to her companion, "Come now! Let us see if you can beat him." She took up her own sword and faced Aragorn.
"You shall not win!" said Aragorn.
He drew himself up and looked her full in the eyes. For some reason his face was stern and grave.
Galadriel laughed aloud. "You are afraid!" she said. "Are you so proud?"
"No," said Aragorn. "But I am not ready to be beaten yet."
"Let me teach you," said Galadriel.
She came at him swiftly. Her sword flashed out and Aragorn parried it with his blade.
They moved quickly but cautiously, each seeking to find an opening for an attack.
For a moment there was silence between them. Then Galadriel struck again, and Aragorn blocked her blow. His blade met hers, and clanged loudly in the stillness. It sounded like thunder, and the echo of their clash could be heard all over the garden.
"Now you must fight me!" Galadriel cried.
Aragorn did not hesitate. He sprang forward and attacked her fiercely. But Galadriel was quicker than he, for she parried his strokes easily. She swung her arm, cutting through the air, and struck Aragorn's forearm with the flat of her sword. There was a sharp pain, and blood began to flow.
Aragorn stumbled backwards. He dropped his sword to the ground and clutched the wound in his arm.
Galadriel stood back to give him room. "Look at your blood!" she exclaimed. "See what I have done to you!"
Aragorn stared at his arm in horror. Blood dripped from his fingers onto the grass.
Then he dropped down to his knees and bowed his head upon the turf. "I am defeated!" he groaned.
Galadriel took his sword from the ground where he had placed it.
"Here," she said, "let me give this to you. Take it!"
With trembling hands, Aragorn lifted the hilt.
"Give me your hand!" Galadriel said. He held out his wounded arm. She grasped his wrist firmly and twisted his arm sharply. Aragorn screamed with pain, and tears ran down his cheeks.
"Foolish boy!" she said. "Why do you resist? You deserve the punishment I am giving you. Now look here. This is how it feels to be hurt by my sword." She held out his arm to show him the red mark upon it, and let go.
Aragorn gasped and his face grew white. His eyes were wide open and he looked straight ahead, as if he were praying for strength.
Galadriel picked up her sword and smiled coldly.
"Do you still wish to stand against me?" she asked.
"Yes," said Aragorn.
"Very well. Then you shall learn what it means to be hurt."
Galadriel raised her sword high above her head, and she brought it down with such force that its point scraped the earth. Then she let go and stepped aside.
Aragorn lay senseless on the ground.
"This is what you feel like when I hit you," Galadriel said. "It will happen again, and worse."
Aragorn moaned softly.
Galadriel laughed scornfully. "Is it true?" she asked him. "Does it really hurt you?"
"Oh yes," said Aragorn, in a faint voice.
Galadriel walked slowly around him, raising her sword menacingly.
"Well then, why don't you cry out loud?" she demanded. "Call for help! Is it because you are ashamed of being hurt or because you are afraid that if you do I might kill you?"
She circled him once more, moving carefully so as not to cut him. Then she stopped and said, "Now try to move."
Aragorn tried to lift himself up. His face was covered with blood and he was in terrible pain. He groaned.
"That's right," said Galadriel. "Now you understand. The next time I hit you you won't be able to stop me."
She stepped forward and struck him across the face. "There! Try to wipe that away."
Aragorn staggered backwards. He turned his head away and wiped his cheek with the back of his hand. When he looked up again, his eyes were shining with hate.
"I would rather die," he said, "than be touched by you again." He jumped to his feet and drew his sword.
Galadriel smiled grimly. "Good enough!" she said.
She rushed at him, swinging her blade in a great circle. Aragorn parried it with his own, and both blades rang loudly. They fought each other furiously, sweeping their swords in a dazzling display of skill.
Suddenly, Galadriel leaped forward and thrust her sword deep into Aragorn's belly. He fell to the ground, clutching the wound, while Galadriel stood over him, laughing.
=> This AI also seems to transform Galadriel into a mean, malevolent creature, just like in the series. 😂😂😂
AI would definitely have to gain the ability to maintain electricity production. Pull the plug, and all AI has the IQ of a pebble.Perhaps the malevolence AI currently infuses into things is a forerunner of what it will do to mankind, once it takes over everything and deems us inferior and unworthy of existence. Take the 'good' and make it 'bad'. (Not that mankind is basically good...it's not. But one wonders how AI will see it when AI starts making the decisions on its own. It's getting close.)
All we need to do is put sensory feeds on it...have it upload visual, auditory, situational, climactic and other information (all already available), evaluate that information, process, conclude, and then act based on the conclusion. Wham. No more mankind.
Sounds fun.
Maybe this is "Why watch Rings of Power". It may be showing us the beginning of the end.
Well at least I'm safe from AI then.AI would definitely have to gain the ability to maintain electricity production. Pull the plug, and all AI has the IQ of a pebble.
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