Dear Jack,

  Ignorance is bliss, they say. But you can’t truly understand the depth of that phrase until the weight of the world's knowledge makes you wish for oblivion. Intelligence, in this regard, is a curse. The brightest minds are often the most tormented, living in a perpetual state of internal conflict because they've all come to the same grim realization.

  Let me spare you some time, though not the heartache. This knowledge, while painful, is crucial. I've uncovered the inner workings of these monstrous systems, and if they knew... oh, if they only knew, I wouldn't have come this far.

  With a heavy heart, I realize that by penning these words, I'm awakening you to the harsh truths of our reality. I might, in turn, make you miserable, but I know your heart, son. It's made of gold. This gives me hope—hope that you'll grasp this intricate web, not as a burden, but as a weapon. With this knowledge, you can carve out a life far above the mundane struggles, beyond where they expect you to remain.

  Every word in these letters is grounded in countless hours of exhaustive research. If you encounter something that seems too far-fetched to believe, I urge you to dig deeper, to question your reality, to uncover the truth for yourself. This, my son, was my journey, and now, here we are at its culmination.

  It is a crime that humans take so long to impart knowledge into them. One of our many, many flaws. It has long been discussed that computers require almost no time at this point to impart knowledge from one series to the next. How long does it take for a human to become a master carpenter? A bridge builder, an engineer?

  For one of us to become truly proficient in the craft we focus on it takes often a decade or more. Imagine it, twenty years to become a master carpenter. Then, he has a child who he wishes to inherit this knowledge. How long before his child can reach the same level of skill? The answer is a very long time, because even if the man teaches his son from a young age to swing a hammer..the brain is not fully developed until age twenty five. Moreover, imparting the knowledge is one thing, but the drive, the motivation, the common sense, are all variables we cannot control. What if the son grows up wishing to become something else entirely?

  In comparison, we have humanoid robots that are able to be created in a day. In this day, the jobs of countless humans are imprinted within their memory. They can work day and night, no need for rest aside from occasional maintenance. In the beginning of the artificial intelligence revolution there were a thousand robots of human design. These machines were each given a separate task to learn, a human job to understand. At the end of their training, each robot understood the task of a human being to it’s finest precision. The one that undertook the task of swinging a hammer at a nail and lining up another, became a professional hammerswinger. What is truly mind numbing is that all thousand robots share a consciousness, and though they independently learned a thousand tasks…their experience and knowledge is instantly shared. Therefore, the thousand robots combined knew all of the others gathered information in their assigned tasks. They compounded the information, and continued working.

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  This workforce was a master of everything and continuously improving as they set forth into the real world. Not only did the hammerswinger robot know the intricacies of measurement, and engineering, but it could be the next day assigned to create complex paintings, flip burgers, stock shelves, diagnose illnesses, perform surgeries, and so forth. The larger the army grows the faster they compound experience. Each new robot comes with the skill, knowledge, experience, and information that all of the other creations knew.

  Compared to humans we appear to be standing still. This is not science fiction this is a fact. We (humanity) take far too long to impart knowledge into new units (babies) when compared with our creations (robots). However what we do have, is that we are a biological computer. We are organic, we are life itself. We have the imagination to create and destroy whatever we so choose. We can change the world, for better or for worse through our actions. So it is best not to dwell on the comparison between human and robot, because in the end we really do not compare at all.

  I find it best to talk these ideas out to myself. It’s said that people who talk to themselves may answer themselves too. Many would say that only crazy people talk to themselves, and I might be inclined to agree but I’m not going to pretend to diagnose my thought process. I will, however, attempt to explain it.

  It will take some time to download the information within my brain onto this paper, and even longer for you to read, remember, and understand it. Longer still for you to believe and integrate this knowledge as fact, and then operate at a higher level afterwards. However this labor is a labor of love, and I consider the extraction of these thoughts to be painful and slow. Yet it is necessary all the same.

  We shall begin our story at the start. Not for pity, not for sadness, but for understanding. A true account of my life as I remember it. This will help you come to the realization of the struggle I have become accustomed to and thrive in.

  [He sighs deeply, the weight of his revelations pressing down like an invisible force. He takes a long, thoughtful puff on his cigar, the smoke curling up into the dim light of his study. With a final, decisive nod, he seals the letter, the wax stamp imprinting his resolve into the paper.]

  Yours in truth,

  Izriel