[ Jack nods along as each of them speaks, looking pleased. Clearly, they're following his line of thinking here, because they're going to the points that he was going to bring up regardless if they hadn't. Talk of keys, of those odd scanners, of all the tiny little inconsistencies that had stood out to him-- He's at least glad that some people are paying attention. It's all the tiny pieces that have to build up together to come to his point and his theory here, so he's at least glad that he won't have to point out quite as many as he was expecting.
Though at what Luke adds, Jack's expression tightens. He's easy to read here, because it seems like this is new information to him, though he doesn't seem too surprised to hear it. It's more like pieces coming together in his head, though of course which pieces that may be isn't so easy to see on his face. ]
That so? I'll keep it to myself, that's for sure, but it's-- [ He breathes out a laugh and sets down his glass. ] It fits. Dddddon't like it, because that, well, what I'm bringing up here doesn't exactly bode well, gotta admit. Where'd you learn that tidbit? Well, wait, I'll get to my last little piece first...
[ He motions towards all of them, but it's with a sharp grin, oddly. ]
Because there's one more part here that none of you could know, but it makes this impossible. [ He motions to himself ] It's me.
[ It might seem like Jack is just talking ego here, but he gets to his point quickly enough. ]
You've gotta bear with me here, because this is where it gets weird to explain, really out there, but Handsome Jack— He's dead. Rhys mentioned it, and he's right. But the fact that I'm standing here before you, that's not 'cause I've been revived or whatever. I've never died. I'm the- the contingency plan, y'see.
[ He seems to be getting uncomfortable here, but not to the point that it seems dangerous for any of them. It's just something deeply personal and something that Jack has very intentionally kept hidden and secret. ]
I'm an AI. But, before you get into philosophical questions here, let me be clear: I am Handsome Jack. All his memories, his experiences, everything, I have it too. I only know I'm an AI because I got uploaded into Rhys's brain, because if not for that? Wouldn't have any idea. It's perception. So. That's my point here. This— [ He motions to himself here, referring to his body ] This isn't possible. This flesh and blood body, can't do it. But you can perceive it to be that way. Because I sure as hell did. So far as I could perceive myself, I was the real deal, even when I was floating around as a hologram in the kid's brain.
So... Given all our little inconsistencies here. The scanners, the way Alice can control us, the way she can speak directly into my head without going through my dataport, everything down to the dead ending up in a game. That's why I said you might want a drink. In some way, what we're perceiving here isn't the truth. Can't be sure how yet. Couldn't tell you if we're all AIs, whether we're some kind of data or what, but it makes sense, even if that's a hell of a thing to wrap your head around.
[ Jack crosses his arms, then breathes out a laugh. ]
Because, if you're thinking epidemiology... You don't use your own people. You use data. You use AI. You simulate every possible scenario of how the end will come, because you have to be damn sure that you're making the right choice when we're talking a "Pelagic genesis." It's the basic cornerstone of the Monte Carlo method, and, hell, we run this kinda shit on the computers on Helios all the time. Using randomness to solve problems that might be deterministic. That's what I'm thinking here. 'Course, Luke's little addition makes that a little more fucked up, but, hey.
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Date: 2016-08-08 05:04 pm (UTC)Though at what Luke adds, Jack's expression tightens. He's easy to read here, because it seems like this is new information to him, though he doesn't seem too surprised to hear it. It's more like pieces coming together in his head, though of course which pieces that may be isn't so easy to see on his face. ]
That so? I'll keep it to myself, that's for sure, but it's-- [ He breathes out a laugh and sets down his glass. ] It fits. Dddddon't like it, because that, well, what I'm bringing up here doesn't exactly bode well, gotta admit. Where'd you learn that tidbit? Well, wait, I'll get to my last little piece first...
[ He motions towards all of them, but it's with a sharp grin, oddly. ]
Because there's one more part here that none of you could know, but it makes this impossible. [ He motions to himself ] It's me.
[ It might seem like Jack is just talking ego here, but he gets to his point quickly enough. ]
You've gotta bear with me here, because this is where it gets weird to explain, really out there, but Handsome Jack— He's dead. Rhys mentioned it, and he's right. But the fact that I'm standing here before you, that's not 'cause I've been revived or whatever. I've never died. I'm the- the contingency plan, y'see.
[ He seems to be getting uncomfortable here, but not to the point that it seems dangerous for any of them. It's just something deeply personal and something that Jack has very intentionally kept hidden and secret. ]
I'm an AI. But, before you get into philosophical questions here, let me be clear: I am Handsome Jack. All his memories, his experiences, everything, I have it too. I only know I'm an AI because I got uploaded into Rhys's brain, because if not for that? Wouldn't have any idea. It's perception. So. That's my point here. This— [ He motions to himself here, referring to his body ] This isn't possible. This flesh and blood body, can't do it. But you can perceive it to be that way. Because I sure as hell did. So far as I could perceive myself, I was the real deal, even when I was floating around as a hologram in the kid's brain.
So... Given all our little inconsistencies here. The scanners, the way Alice can control us, the way she can speak directly into my head without going through my dataport, everything down to the dead ending up in a game. That's why I said you might want a drink. In some way, what we're perceiving here isn't the truth. Can't be sure how yet. Couldn't tell you if we're all AIs, whether we're some kind of data or what, but it makes sense, even if that's a hell of a thing to wrap your head around.
[ Jack crosses his arms, then breathes out a laugh. ]
Because, if you're thinking epidemiology... You don't use your own people. You use data. You use AI. You simulate every possible scenario of how the end will come, because you have to be damn sure that you're making the right choice when we're talking a "Pelagic genesis." It's the basic cornerstone of the Monte Carlo method, and, hell, we run this kinda shit on the computers on Helios all the time. Using randomness to solve problems that might be deterministic. That's what I'm thinking here. 'Course, Luke's little addition makes that a little more fucked up, but, hey.
[ He shrugs ]
Told you it was a friggin' doozy.