How to make everyone a millionaire — An epic story

The training of GPT-3 could cost 7 million dollar$ -- Can you feel the value of this AI? Although the story is not about the GPT-£ or any opther AI, it gives an entertaining perspective on the subject matter.
It is about a group of scientists who reflect upon the story of a king who was trying to make everyone wealthy. Considering the flow of time in the story we may interpret it in a few ways - I came up with two - one is that the scientists were actually immortal and the second interpretation makes the story a dream-like wondering about the way we think and remember the things regarding the best modalities of living.

The scientists looked up in wonder. It was truly a glorious sight, the sort of thing they’d all been dreaming of ever since they were first brought into this project - so why did it make them feel so uneasy?

“Ok,” the project’s lead explained. “We’re going to start with the beginning. Many millennia ago, on the planet Earth, there was a Great King, and he decided that he wanted to help people who were not as well off as he was. So he shared his wealth with all the people of the world, and everyone became wealthy.”

“But then they all went back to their old ways!” the project’s director objected. “They stopped helping each other, and they started bick ering and quarreling. So the Great King decided that there needed to be a few laws to govern the way people lived together, and that everyone should get a fair shake, as they called it. And he made a set of rules called the ‘commandments’ that everyone had to abide by.”

“He even made another one that said that his laws could never be changed, even though many people tried to do so.”

“He’s gonna be king forever?” one of the scientists asked.

“No, no. After that, he let some of his friends try out the same sort of thing, and everyone lived happily ever after!”

“You mean we’re done?” the project lead interrupted.

“Yes! We just have to copy it over to everyone’s brains. And after that, we’ll be finished. Right, Professor?”

The lead scientist took a deep breath. “Right.”

The other two looked at each other, smiling widely. It would all be over soon.

A moment later, the machine spat out a single memory.

When they opened it, however, it read: “Not this, please, please not this.”

They threw it away in disgust, and started the process again. This time, the machine let out an annoyed cry of “What?” but they still ignored it. They were in too deep to turn back now.

Again, a memory came out, and when they opened it, it read: “I still don’t want it, but I want to want it.”

Again they threw the memory away in frustration, and began the process once more. Again, the machine protested, but they did not listen.

A long time passed, and by then they had accumulated almost a hundred different memories. They seemed to be getting better, but there were still many more. They looked at the pile with growing despair. They had spent all of their lifetimes working on this, only for it to come down to this?

One of the scientists, however, picked up one of the memories and looked at it closely. “They seem to be getting better,” he said.

“What?” the other asked.

“They are. Look, this one isn’ t as bad as the others.”

“Hm,” his colleague replied. “Perhaps you are right. Yes, they really seem to be getting better, now. Perhaps we should put these memories in one at a time, not in batches?”

The lead scientist groaned. “Have you not been listening? We don’t know which memory it is!”

The other scientists had been listening, however, and after a moment they decided to ignore him. They went through all the memories, one at a time. When they opened a new one, it would either be an improvement, or they would find one they already had.

Finally, they came to the last one. It was the same as the first.

“I still don’t want it, but I want to want it.”

But they had changed.

And so the scientists - and the project’s director - and everyone else they had ever known - all decided that they would never change again. They would hold to these memories forever, and they would forget everything else, including their skills.

After a few centuries, the world had forgotten about the Great King’s laws, but it had not forgotten that it was a better place than it had once been. It was easier to look for fairness in the rules, and to share wealth, than it was to spread war and corruption . They had used this memory as a template, and they had used their forgotten skills to make it work.

Many millennia later, this became known as the Golden Age.

The project lead, however, sat in his room and frowned. He was a scientist, and he had a theory.

Perhaps, he thought, it had been the last memory that they used, not the first. The first had shaped their attitudes; the last had given them the skills to do what they wanted to. He had been sure that they would have needed to start with a golden rule, that everyone would have been required to share their wealth, but perhaps he had been wrong. Perhaps it had been all about the skills.

He resolved to share his theory.

“ Well,” his assistant replied, “we can always give it a try.”

“Yes, we can,” the project lead replied. “It is always good to do things better.”

“Oh,” the assistant replied. “You’re right. And if we aren’t careful, we ’ll find ourselves back in the Dark Ages.”

“And who knows what horrors will follow.”

“So let’s do it.”

So they did, and the Golden Age was reborn.

And that was how it was.

And that was how it had always been.

And that was how it will always be.