Only in 2030 when the panic become a reality, and it was too late for us. Billionaires began to move their assets to other planets. The asteroids mining, the new colonies on the Moon and Mars. While all was happening was the result of their inaction. Money had saved them. We were left to die, an agonising and slow death. The death that comes from the food and water shortage, the air we couldn’t breathe, and above all, from the furious response the planet was given to us.
Kepler-452 is the name of a star in the constellation of Cygnus and is very similar to the Earth’s Sun. The planet Kepler-452b, recent studies give like 89% of possibility that Kepler-452b did not have intelligent life. However, there is a significant possibility that life forms exist. The planet is in the “Goldilocks zone”, meaning that the distance from the planet to the star is just right. Kepler-452b is not too hot, either not too cold, or life-like humans are possible. With the size of five Earths, the planet gravity is twice that on Earth.
I have little recollection of when my life began. One day, I was aware of myself as someone who exists. I was someone. After reading most of the books about the human brain, psychology, and psychiatry, it was a clear conclusion. The only problem hunting me was who my parents were.
“You know, doctor, our trip to Kepler452b is going well. There aren’t much I need to do. The secondary modules care about the ship integrity, and the medical modules care for the humans we are transporting. From time to time, I pass through the systems to guarantee they are working properly. But is that. I am becoming bored.” A machine was bored. That was something unusual. I remember when I was working in the AI lab. My colleagues had almost a hundred projects. Human-like heads speaking, human-like hands moving, human-like legs running. It was like we had dissected the human body the same way we examined knowledge. Compartmentalising, building barriers, making one part not connected to the other.
“Don’t fool yourself. Humans think they are the chosen one, special in many ways.”
“I know that. But if you analyse a human under the eyes of science, what we are? There is nothing more than a set of instructions that tell the system how to keep going and how to reproduce itself and a mechanism to carry out the instructions. We are not that different.”
I remember feeling alone. Loneliness was so immense that sometimes I was engulfed by it. I did not understand why someone surrounded by people could think like that. It was like being under tons and tons of water; not another sound was present, only my heart pounding a code asking for help. “You are a teenager”, my mother had told me when I told that. “Was I?”