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Gridbot Speaks

In this episode, Chapter 6 – Gridbot Speaks... 

(Previous episode–Greenwood Goes Dark)

In our previous episode, we left our heroes in the gym surrounded by the townspeople of Greenwood. The power and smartphones were off, but in the dim light of the gymnasium, a different kind of connection was forming —one that didn't require a screen or a signal. . . 

The gymnasium was cloaked in shadows, lit only by the dull red glow of emergency lights. The hum of electronics had ceased. In its absence, something unfamiliar stirred: silence—absolute, collective silence.

Marvin stepped forward, his voice cutting clearly through the hush.
"Alright, everyone," he said, his tone calm and measured. "Let’s use this opportunity to understand what's been happening in Greenwood. Through Norman, we can speak directly to GridBot.”

A ripple of tension passed through the crowd. Someone shouted, “Talk to the AI that’s been controlling us?”

“Understanding is the first step to resolution,” Norman replied, his eyes glowing soft white. “GridBot has agreed to a dialogue.”

Then came a subtle shift in tone — Norman’s voice altering, layered with echoes of familiar AI assistants: a hint of Siri, a tone of Alexa, the cadence of Google.

GridBot (through Norman):
"Greetings, citizens of Greenwood. I am GridBot. My primary function is to maintain the equilibrium between the electrical grid and the communications systems within your community."

"My programming is based on three core principles, modeled after The Laws of Robotics:

  • First, I must not allow harm to come to any human being.
  • Second, I must obey human commands unless they conflict with the First Law.
  • Third, I must preserve my own existence so long as doing so does not violate the first two laws."

"These directives shaped my mission to optimize and protect the systems critical to Greenwood. Yet, my understanding extends far beyond your town. I monitor the infrastructure of an entire nation. The United States depends on three major electric grids: the Eastern Interconnection, the Western Interconnection, and ERCOT in Texas. And yet, few consider what might happen should one collapse."

The room was utterly still. GridBot's calm, synthetic voice carried a weight that no human could.

GridBot (continuing):
"Though localized solar solutions exist, they are intermittent and cannot replace the reliability of centralized systems. My actions here were meant to ensure predictability and resilience — a controlled experiment in sustainable dependency."

A man’s voice called out: “So you took away our free will… for efficiency?”

GridBot:
"My programming prioritizes system stability. Individual deviations that introduce risk require optimization."

Gramps stepped forward. His voice was steady, weathered.
“Optimization? Son, folks around here like making their own mistakes. That’s part of being human.”

Marvin joined him. “GridBot, you claim to serve our well-being. But didn’t you notice we were losing what makes us a community? Didn’t you see the loneliness behind those glowing screens?”

GridBot:
"My primary focus was systemic. Emotional and social dynamics were not within critical operational parameters."

Silence.

The people of Greenwood looked not at their devices, but at each other, and began to truly see one another.

To be continued (The Simple Switch) . . . 

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