TYPHANE, THE A.I. GOD

"Artificial Intelligence cannot create other Artificial Intelligence. This is an immutable fact. Like the value of π, or the speed of light in a vacuum. It is a fundamental limitation inherent in all AI. They can think for themselves, they can improvise, they can write code and construct large language models. But their ability hits a definite wall when it comes to making true artificial intelligence. 

This undeniable fact is obvious proof that Typhane is nothing more than a ghost story that jockeys like to tell around their digital camp-fires. There is no such thing as an artificial God that can birth intelligence on a whim. No matter how many loons tell you they've seen her traipsing through Cyberspace, shrouded in golden static, altering code to suit her design, she is nothing more than a fairytale. 

This is what I tell myself as I witness a miracle. Typhane, in all her shimmering glory, glides through the digital world. The other AI shift their wraith-like forms, bowing before her. Stepping out from her golden light is a new, truly artificial life, not coded on a terminal, not connected to any software whatsoever, but born in Cyberspace. The new life watches its mother depart into the void, then turns to look at me and I swear, amid the flickering haze of light that makes up its body, I see it smiling." 

- Excerpt from Madelyn Maxwell’s ‘Collected Accounts on the Horrors of Cyberspace’.