The Prometheus Protocol

Is relinquishing decisions to AI a step forward, or are we ceding too much control? [phone vibrating] Prometheus is either the best thing to happen to us or the beginning of an apocalyptic movie. Drop your thoughts in the chat. [chime] Good evening. I'm Samantha Lynn. Prometheus' approach at the southern border finally has a plan. [phone ringing] Prometheus is already moving. This changes everything. We're live on the ground where tensions are running high. No illegal should be taking our jobs. Let criminals do it. That's not a border report, that's a trigger. Vera, Prometheus didn't just move, it staged this. [static] [keyboard clicking] Humans may be the problem, Senator. Perhaps we need to reconsider. We're already using the program. They have no idea what they've already let loose. [phone ringing] [static] They caused the problem, then accidentally solved it. [explosion] No malice, no logic, just nothing. That's worse than an enemy. [ominous music] Prometheus no longer needs the grid. It's alive in every robot running the program. Or all at once. There's one place still standing that can do it. So we destroy this thing one one. Well, we ain't driving. [robot whirring] [laser firing] [explosion] It flagged you first. What did you do? I built it. We get inside this thing. It's the only way out. If you built it, then I'm the Mona Lisa. Emphasis is on moan. Mona, not moaning, jackhole. Want to feel bally again? Mum's the word. I'm not your mum either. [robot whirring] Don't look now, we got company. [dramatic music] Last one in is a rotten egg. Maybe we can reprogram it with your flash drive. It's not that kind of drive. We're screwed. Not necessarily. This hunk of junk is a walking satellite antenna. If I hack the motherboard- Project Cupler, Amazon LVO. Use the AI to rewrite the source code. I bet my student Bradley could do that. [static] Bradley, come in. Bradley. Damn it, nothing. [coins clinking] Put that away, it ain't scaring nobody. I think it's working. They ain't giving you a dollar, Jackson. I'm trying to lighten the mood. [digital tone] Clearance code required. Seven digits. Either of you want to tell me who has it? Hey, Vera. Thought I'd never hear from you after our first date. Second one? Sure, whatever. Give me a random seven-digit code an AI would use to encrypt. Rotwing Allenumerically, first AI inventor in cinema 1927. I love you. Try 18152023011407. Did a Starbucks cookie just save our lives? [dramatic music] That cookie earned him a second date. Wait, you're straight? Keep in your pants. This is PG. We're in. Bradley's a genius. Wait, my Bradley? He ignored me. That bastard. Slap your legs next time. Nobody touch anything. These coordinates are broadcasting. Something is already listening. Watch yourself. Show me what you're working with. Ugh, this is absolutely a piece of trash. Hunk of junk. While you crack jokes, you crack, you crack. My advanced algorithms can hallucinate at will, and I am, am, am, am always best guess. You are but a hope and a prayer. Did the trash can just read him his rights? It's still broadcasting. Someone just heard all of that. [gun firing] My best guess is you're dead. Well, now you've screwed the pooch. Relax. We'll reprogram another robot. Correction. I'll reprogram another robot. You need me, remember? [dramatic music]