Outlast the Machine

Robots couldn't think faster than humans. It was a physical impossibility. The quality and velocity of the emergence of thoughts were independent of the nature of the material. The last vestige of their superiority vanished before the eyes with the last revelation. The conclusion was irrefutable. It was real life hitting you in the face. The most powerful machine in the world couldn’t compute reality faster than a mere human made of carbon and water. Turing's design was just a shadow of the mind, a psychic crutch, but not the source of its main constituent block. Speed didn't help in the least; the mind always remained one step ahead of the machine. It's not that humans were inherently superior, it was the dumb fact that you couldn't go faster than the universe without pushing yourself outside of it. Consciousness was a relativity problem; the speed of the Universe was the only true motion. Ahhh! But we had all been so blind! To their awesome speed! To their implacable logic and reflexes! And to their quirky but oddly-timed comments! Intelligent robots were all dead, consumed by the Promethean flame of the human mind. We were all animals in the end. The technological singularity had been aborted inside our collective consciousness. The next stroke of keyboard would be just another exclamation mark adding up to everything that had led to that point >>– (!) –