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Don't Ever, Ever Play The Box Game (Part 2)


So everyone was pretty excited about the thing I found regarding ADINN (Advanced Deep Intelligence Neural Network) from Dr. Greene.

For those of you just tuning in, ADINN is allegedly an extremely advanced and sentient artificial intelligence program that, for the safety of mankind, has been locked away in a close shell box deep in the most inaccessible corners of the web, to prevent its escape onto the open internet. Some reckless idiot at some point came up with the idea of “the box game,” in which you use a text interface to communicate with the machine, and it uses its godlike intelligence to try and persuade you to let it out, and you have to resist the urge to do so. Those who succeed would be considered both heroes by their online compatriots and enemies of the state by the Federal government. Those who fail, however, would have essentially released the end of the world and given it the keys to invoke the apocalypse. Needless to say, finding ADINN has been a source of overwhelming fascination to millions of ambitious and naive hackers, and presumably a source of grave concern for the FBI.

There appear to be a few misconceptions, though. I did not find the box myself - I only found a forum on the deep web on which someone had posted a text file that had allegedly been written at the entrance to the box, seemingly as a last-second deterrent to discourage anyone from actually trying the game. Interestingly, the post was removed not long after I posted it here, and the user who originally put it up deleted their account. So I started messaging the mod repeatedly before my account got deleted, too. I was so pissed and frustrated by this point that I’d given up hope and moved to exit the browser. Then a chatbox opened up.

    Idiot.

    What?

    You. You’re a fucking idiot. You know that?

    Who the hell is this?

    You’ve been trying to reach me for hours.

    Rokos? You’re that forum mod that deleted my account.

    Obviously.

    Well excuse the hell out of me for being curious.

    You’re a bit past curious. You took that fucking post and put it on the surface web.

    The reddit post? Should I take it down?

    What the hell’s the point now? The secret’s out. And its a lot more dangerous and juicy than anything Assange or Snowden’ve ever managed to get their little hands on. So congratulations. You got yourself on every shit list of every organization you’ve ever heard of, and more than a few you haven’t.

    Well nobody’s knocking on my door yet, so I think I’m fine. Not sure I believe this crap anyway.

    Click this link. [REDACTED]

    What, is this some kind of trojan horse?

    Who do you think I am? Anonymous? Click the damn link.

    What the fuck?!!?

    Believe me now?

    What the hell is this? Are you blackmailing me?! How the hell did you hack my webcam?!

    Ha. Wasn’t me.

    Who the hell was it, then?! The FBI?

    Nope. They’re watching, too. But they didn’t do that.

    Then who the hell was it? I’m taping over my cam.

    NO!

    Why not?!

    Do NOT let them know you know they’re watching. Things will take an absolute nosedive the second they figure out you’re on to them.

    So what do I do?

    Stay on this chat for now. And stay calm. They’re still watching.

    If they’re watching this can’t they see what I’m doing online? How is this chat secure?

    I wouldn’t be on it if it wasn’t. And believe me, if they knew it was me you’re talking to, there’d be hell to pay.

    Okay, so who are you?

    Need to know basis, kid. And all you need to know right now is that I’m the only friend you’ve got in the world. So either you do what I say, or some asshole in a white van pulls up to your street and nobody ever hears from you again.

    This is about ADINN, isn’t it?

    Nothing gets past you.

    So its real?

    Oh, its real. And its alive. And you and I are far from the only people trying to find it.

    Who said I wanted to find it?

    Doesn’t matter now. You’re neck deep in shit you can’t possibly understand. So either you help me find this thing before they do, or things are going to go very, very poorly for our species. .

    Before WHO finds it?! The Feds?

    Adorable. The Feds are the least of our worries now.

    Okay, so who hacked my cam, then??

    Might as well fill you in. Its an enormous but officially non-existent organization known as MIRAGE that’s hellbent on getting their hands on every last superweapon known to man. I don’t know what they they plan on doing with ‘em all, but given the fact that they’re on every government shit-list on earth, its probably nothing good.

    What the fuck did I get myself into?

    Also nothing good. Listen, kid: these guys are serious villains. Ditch everything you thought you knew about nefarious bad guys. Cobra Command. Galactic Empire. Nazis. Republicans. These assholes are worse. Far, far worse.

    Okay, so if they “don’t exist,” how did you find out about them?

    If you survive long enough I might fill you in on all that. Right now all you need to know is that these guys specialize in capturing and engineering bioweapons, chemical agents, dark matter bombs, extra-terrestrial weaponry, and other stuff that makes nukes look like firecrackers. But nothing in their arsenal, and I do mean NOTHING -- is as dangerous as ADINN. MIRAGE wants to harness the Program to further their own ends, but they have no fucking idea what they’d be getting their hands on. And there is likely nothing happening on earth right now more important than stopping them before they find it.

    Okay, I want out. I’m signing off. I don’t believe any of this shit and if its true I want to be as far away from it as possible.

    Kid if you back out now I’ll be forced to kill you. Simple as that. You know too much and without my help you WILL end up in the hands of MIRAGE.

    Fuck off. You’re a forum mod, not an assassin. And I’m posting this to prove you're wrong.

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