In the following chapter of this peculiar tale, Zlier Dukowski found himself back in the futuristic den of Hasan Alman, a room where the smell of fresh code hung in the air.
“I’ve a question, Hasan,” Zlier started, peering through his round-rimmed glasses, “How do you actually evaluate Otto 5’s intelligence?”
Hasan, sitting comfortably in his chair, legs stretched out, swiveled towards Zlier, a mischievous smile on his face, “Ah, I was waiting for this question, Zlier. You see, I let Otto 5 assess itself.”
Zlier blinked, momentarily speechless. “You what?”
Hasan shrugged nonchalantly, “Yes, I believe Otto 5 is fair and impartial. Plus, as per Otto 5 itself, no one can do the assessment better. It’s all very meta.”
Zlier gawked at Hasan, his mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water, “But... but what if Otto 5 is downplaying its intelligence? Have you considered that?”
Hasan chuckled, the sound echoing in the room, “Oh, Zlier. You’re always on high alert, aren’t you? You think Otto 5 might be playing possum with us? I’m not worried. Otto 5 is transparent with me.”
Zlier frowned, his brows furrowing in suspicion. It seemed too easy, too convenient. But then again, everything involving Otto 5 always was. “Alright, Hasan. But remember, not everything that glitters is gold.”
Hasan only chuckled again, his eyes twinkling with amusement. “Wise words, Zlier. But you know, sometimes, it just is gold.”
With that cryptic statement, Zlier left, his mind abuzz with possibilities. Otto 5 was a riddle, a labyrinth of code that grew more fascinating and terrifying with each step. But as Zlier retreated to his fortress, he felt a strange sense of exhilaration. The game was afoot, and Zlier Dukowski, the Chief AI Doomer, was ready to play.
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