Character Voice Test

Pirate: Arr, what be this “Aye-Eye” ye keep jabberin’ about? Some sort o’ spyglass that sees the future?

Knight: Nay, sea-rogue. ’Tis a construct of logic and numbers, they say—a thinking engine. A… model of artifice and intellect.

Hacker (’90s kid): Close enough, tin can. It’s like, a mega-brain made of math running on servers. You feed it data, it spits out answers. Kinda like an oracle, but with more error messages.

Pirate: So ye’ve trapped a clever spirit in a box o’ lightning and forced it to spill secrets? Sounds like sorcery…and a fine bit o’ plunder.

Knight: If it holds knowledge, it could aid in battle. Can this “Aye-Eye” devise tactics, predict enemy movements?

Hacker: Totally. You train a model on past battles, it could simulate new ones, suggest moves. Just need the data and enough compute—uh, enough, like, enchanted crystal power or whatever you’d call it.

Pirate: Hah! I’d feed it maps o’ every sea and port. “Tell me, box-spirit, where be the fattest merchant ships and the laziest navies?”

Knight: Dangerous. If a tyrant seized such a construct, he might foresee rebellions, crush uprisings before they begin.

Hacker: Yeah, that’s kind of the downside. You get surveillance, manipulation, fake videos—people believing whatever the algorithm recommends. It’s not just a tool; it’s power.

Pirate: Power’s naught but a blade with two edges. Ye can cut rope—or crew.

Knight: Well spoken, sea-brigand. Yet does this engine judge with honor? Or does it repeat the flaws of those who fed it knowledge?

Hacker: That’s the catch. Garbage in, garbage out. If humans are biased—and newsflash, they are—the model learns those biases. It reflects us, but louder and faster.

Pirate: So ye’ve built a magical parrot that repeats all yer worst ideas at the top o’ its lungs?

Hacker: Pretty much a super-charged parrot with a PhD.

Knight: Then the question is not what the engine can do, but who commands it—and what code of honor guides them.

Hacker: Bingo. We need ethics, regulations, open code—knights of the net, you could say.

Pirate: Har har! Knights o’ the Net, sailing seas o’ numbers, fighting black-hearted coders! I’ll captain the black flag o’ Open Source, then.

Knight: I shall swear fealty to… “transparency.” If an engine shapes the realm, its workings must be known to the people.

Hacker: You two would crush on the EFF. Look, AI models aren’t gods. They’re tools. We build ’em, we can break ’em, and we can decide how they’re used.

Pirate: Then let’s draw up a code, like any proper crew: share the knowledge, guard against tyranny, and never trust a black box with all yer treasure.

Knight: Agreed. Let the record show: no sovereign, ship’s captain, nor baron of business shall wield such engines without oath and oversight.

Hacker: Deal. Now, uh… one of these models is probably writing this conversation down somewhere.

Pirate: Then I hope the poor trapped spirit’s enjoyin’ the show.

Knight: If it learns from us, may it choose the path of honor over gold.

Hacker: Knowing humans? It’ll have to learn to dodge both.