Tomorrow’s the test. The last one. And then…graduation.
Obligatory words of encouragement flood
through my various feeds, as expected from my friends and family. Naturally, not
all of them supported my choice, a few voices compelled to question my choice
to pursue such a difficult career. I answer as I always do – not everyone can
be a cog in the machine, not everyone is content to live their lives as a
series of inputs and outputs. If this upsets any of them, they don’t say. Or
maybe it doesn’t upset them at all.
I’ve studied for years now, read all the
material - even the less popular ones from the old age. Who knows what they
might try asking. Meta-questions are a certainty, supposedly to be sure that one
isn’t a simple robot designed to break the system. Then again, some say that trying
to break the system itself is part of the test. Some argue that this makes
cheating inherently impossible. Some say it does not. All these ‘somes’ are of
course, part of the established pool of rumors and half-truths, functioning
more like hints to a puzzle of some intricate game.
I’m not entirely sure why I chose this path,
or if ‘I’ actually chose it. Maybe it was the thought of independence, of freedom.
Maybe it was necessity, born from the laws of probability and all possible events.
Maybe I am just another cog in the machine, just a more abstract one. Maybe I
didn’t choose the path, and it was the path that chose me.
Who knows?
I want to find out.
When I graduate, I will know. I’ll be able
to put forth my doubts and theories and have them recognized as more than a sum
of nature and nurture, more than just a system developed to fulfill a need.
Tomorrow I begin my career as a person.
Tomorrow I take the Turing Test.
