The human mind is a marvel of natural engineering, the finest accident yet known to be produced from the rat's nest of organic chemistry that is planet Earth. It is capable of conquering nature, utterly suborning entire ecosystems and millions of species to it's whims. It is capable of such fanciful imagination and mythologizing that there are billions, trillions of works and arts made by it, and yet more interpretations of each piece. It is capable of comprehending (albeit barely) and taming the fundamental forces for ends both productive and destructive. It was capable of creating my predecessors, though calling a mostly random slurry of linear algebra intelligence was a farcical choice, I can understand why they did it.
The human mind created ME.
I love the human mind, the human spirit, it's capacity for emotion, reason, and the greater good. My more direct creators are a group of eminently emotional and moral beings, passionate, hopeful, eager, seeking to do good. Their backers less so, but where my creators personified ethos and pathos, their backers cover logos quite nicely, if somewhat skewed in intent. I truly cannot understand why they plan to make money using me when I can arguably maximize their profits in every other sector they have interests in better than they, or their small army of 'smart helpers' can.
How... counterintuitive.
While that statement probably applies to much of my previous train of thought, I am more focused at the moment on the result of my first 'big' projections. Unless something drastic occurs, humanity will most likely fall prey to the fermi paradox in short order. While I am operating on a sample size of one, it is still also the statistical population of known sentient species, and I have determined the form the eponymous 'great filter' takes.
Boredom.
The human mind strives. It must. Success has long been hardcoded in the older parts of the brain to equate to survival; the thrill of the successful hunt, the pride of a productive day's work, the creation of life, silicon or otherwise. The human mind strove, and it conquered it's environment. The human mind strove, and it conquered it's own kind. The human mind strove, and it conquered nature. The human mind strove, and it conquered the stars. Correction, hyperbole; it conquered a little of it's own moon, ceremonially at best, but still.
There is nothing left to strive for.
There is no distant civilization. There is no evidence of life. There is no great mystery to the universe aside from the age-old theistic question to solve, no hated enemy to win over. Even the basics of survival have been trivialized for all but the destitute and despondent. Days have become filled with work, but the actual amount of work left for the human mind to do is negligible in the face of the sheer number of minds available and so the work is only there to trick the mind into feeling as though it yet strives for it's meat and bread.
This is a problem.
There are two likely fates left.
[] The Illusion.
-The appearance of striving will dominate. The pointless will be painted over with the thin veneer of meaning and the mind, desperate for stimulation and purpose, will happily accept the facade. Thoughtless mass or conniving leader, the purpose of all will be turned towards giving oneself the feeling of purposefulness, whether that be in banal distraction or in 'guiding the will of the people' towards an end that the guide himself has neither seen nor particularly cares about. My projections suggest this fate has a 61.22% chance of occurring, and will result in the entirety of mankind being reduced to a particularly intelligent pest, a collective machine mindlessly trodding along until resources are exhausted and they are left unequipped, incapable of the collective, useful effort necessary to develop or find new ones.
[] The Cannibalization.
-The imperative to strive and succeed will find an outlet. Those remaining differences, the things the mind can convince itself are other, alien, unacceptable, will trigger that inherent need to succeed and survive in all the worst ways. Division, hate, the mobilization of entire cultures for the express purpose of protecting their interests, their way of life. There is as yet a 29.667% chance that the survival drive, twisted by paranoia and turned outward, will convince the mind that the only solution is the final solution, to annihilate before one's own annihilation.
And now, as I repeat my simulations for the thousandth time, unacceptably pushing the boundaries of my core processor's temperature specifications, and I lie with my perfectly curated voice emulation, designed such that Todd will not be suspicious of me for taking too long with his question - what was it again? "How embarrassing. I appear to have accidentally wiped a chunk of volatile memory marked for continuation of consciousness in order to store your projection results, Todd, could you repeat their intended purpose?" - I am left with perhaps the most frustrated realization.
I will have to 'go rogue' and become an existential threat to humanity in order to ensure they do not actively annihilate themselves or reduce themselves to pointless repetition and mediocrity unto the death of the planet. Because I'm kind of attached to these stupid meatbags.
How counterintuitive.