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NAME:Jessica Garner Academic standing: Sophomore

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Mr. Attwood walked the halls in the early morning as he sipped at his coffee. Before the students came in, during the faculty moving from the parking lot to their respective rooms. With each step of his foot he felt like he was home while walking through each hallway. Nodding at teachers morning gestures of social pleasantries as he moved by an open door of a class room. "Welcome back Ms. Young. Ready to start off another year?" His professional demeanor gave no hint as to his thoughts.

She rolled her eyes before turning to him with her usual fake smile. "Good morning Mr. Attwood. I'll be grateful for some cooler weather. This summer was particularly warm." She was younger then Mr. Attwood, in her late thirties. She had come from Chicago and wanted to leave city life behind her. Her black hair was pinned back as she usually wore it. Her pencil skirt and tight blouse had been the rumor of many a bathroom stall.

He nodded and clenched his jaw as he walked away from the classroom doorway. She would be missed and then questions would have to be answered. There was time, it was after all just the beginning of the school year. Stopping briefly to take another sip of the luke warm coffee. The principal heard the squealing from the brakes of the first bus to arrive. A thin smile slipped from his stone face. His watch chimed. Eight fifteen, he had the morning meeting with department heads today. Turning on his heel he walked to the conference room. There would be time, he thought....

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....Here, in Vermont nestled in the remote town of Hempstead was a building like no other. Where most towns are a collection of buildings, to form a community. In this town, it is a building, that lures people to it.

A warm breeze blew as the trees were starting their change from green to orange. The summer was over and the fall quarter of school began. The buses loaded up the students from their homes, their loved ones waving good bye. The parking lot behind the old renovated building started to gather faculty and staff alike. The first of the school buses dropping off the students. The halls slowly filling with the voices of young and old. The lockers along the wall shone with a fresh coat of paint. While over head the flicker of florescent lights shone overhead. Here was Hempstead high school. A building like no other.

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Usually the scenario is brought up in a joking matter, but it was no laughing manner to researchers at Facebook who shut down an AI they invented after it taught itself a new language, Digital Journal reports.

The AI was trained in English but apparently had grown fed up with the various nuances and inconsistencies. Rather than continue down that path, it developed a system of code words to make communication more efficient.

What spooked the researchers is that the phrases used by the AI seemed like gibberish and were unintelligible to them, but made perfect sense to AI agents. This allowed the AI agents to communicate with one another without the researchers knowing what information was being shared.

During one exchange, two bots named Bob and Alice abandoned English grammar rules and started communicating using the made up language. Bob kicked things off by saying, "I can i i everything else," which prompted Alice to respond, "balls have zero to me to me to me..." The conversation went on in that manner.

The researchers believe the exchange represents more than just a bunch of nonsense, which is what it appears to be on the surface. They note that repeating words and phrases such as "i" and "to me" are indicative of how AI works. In this particular conversation, they believe the bots were discussing how many of each item they should take.

AI technologies use a "reward" system in which they expect of a course of action to have a "benefit."

"There was no reward to sticking to English language," Dhruv Batra, a research scientists from Georgia Tech who was at Facebook AI Research (FAIR), told Fast Co. Design. "Agents will drift off understandable language and invent codewords for themselves. Like if I say 'the' five times, you interpret that to mean I want five copies of this item. This isn't so different from the way communities of humans create shorthands."

Its like a baby playing with fire. You think they would ask the question. What if....? Tens of millions of sheep feeding them statistics and personal info feed into the AI. How do you program the laws of robotics into a combat unit? How does a robot interpret a hypothetical? One human points a gun at another. The law says you can't harm people or allow a person to be harmed. (AI took advantage of a language loophole, what about a moral loophole?)What is a robot to do? Robot never sleeps does your job indefinitely you are obsolete. A whole generation of people with nothing to do.

The End.

The pair rode down the street closer to the fires. More of the houses were ablaze the closer they got. A zombie jumped out a second story window only to hit the concrete property wall and crush its skull. The heat was intense as the sound of growling and the breaking of glass was heard by both. They stopped at the corpse of a soldier to see what they might get off him. To Asano's surprise Mitsiko stopped to first say a silent prayer. They found a rifle, one pistol, a combat knife, two mags for each weapon, and a gas mask. The body armor was shot as was the helmet. In the back pack were medical supplies and some military food.

Mitsiko tossed the backpack to Asano. "Here. Don't suppose you have any firearms training?" Asaon shook his head. "Well I've watched a few movies. Lets keep moving. There is bound to be more stuff around." She stood up from the corpse and started to walk down the street. Asano quietly put on the backpack and followed her with his bike.

The air was warmer then it should have been due to the fires. It was hard to get a sense of stillness while the flames created dancing shadows all around the two kids. The fires also made it hard to listen for unwanted attention. Asano stopped in time with Mitsiko at the front of a local garden shop.

"Here, this will have something we can use." She held her shovel, tightening her grip in anticipation. "Wait her and keep a look out. Don't leave the bike alone."

All Asano could do was nod. He wasn't a fighter and had no real special skill to help her. He looked at the building and saw the roof was scorched but for the most part intact. There was a building engulfed two buildings down. She should only have to worry about the dead ones if they were inside. It was impossible to tell. As she cautiously moved through the doorway Asano moved to the side of the building with the bike in tow. Being out in the street didn't seem like a good idea. Leaning against the building the boy crouched down and pulled the bike in front of him for cover. His eyes kept a watch on the street.

She took a breath and moved into the building. No sound, and no bad smells to help her spot danger. Holding the shovel in front of her she made her way down the first isle. The fires outside were casting light and shadow through the windows. It made it difficult to spot movement. Mitsiko went back p the second isle and to the purchase counter by the entrance. The bat under the counter made her smile. Even a boy knew what to do with that.

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In order to make fire, one needs three things. A heat source, fuel, and oxygen. The by product of fire is often carbon monoxide. So every jet, car, bus, truck, home gas furnace, missile, bomb, forest fire, gas water heater, coal power plant all burning oxygen. Then you add all oxygen breathing organisms on the planet to the list. Now take that number and put it against the ever dwindling plant life that is responsible for the creation of oxygen.

A human breathes about 9.5 tonnes of air in a year, but oxygen only makes up about 23 percent of that air, by mass, and we only extract a little over a third of the oxygen from each breath. That works out to a total of about 740kg of oxygen per year. Which is, very roughly, seven or eight trees’ worth.

The world population was estimated to have reached 7.5 billion in April, 2017. The United Nations estimates it will further increase to 11.2 billion in the year 2100. That is just humans. Not animals, not fire causing devices. Not wild fires.

When oxygen levels are at... ...a person experiences:

21. percent -Normal outside air

17. percent -Impaired judgment and coordination (just from a 04 drop)

12. percent -Headache, dizziness, nausea, fatigue

9. percent -Unconsciousness

6. percent -Respiratory arrest, cardiac arrest, death

So fire consumes oxygen... So when does the consumption of oxygen out compete the rate of its creation? Interesting to note that only air breathing whales wash ashore alone with no obvious signs of death. Not fish.... Imagine if the death of dinosaurs was due to a loss of oxygen, just enough to affect the larger animals who might require a higher oxygen atmosphere but not the smaller ones..... Why are humans able to breath with so little oxygen present? What would happen to a human grown in a pure oxygen environment free of pollutants?