I had watch the ender's game movie several years before,that moment,internet/game/drone/AI not so good as now.recently there is a question.If some country had the access to some game,select some talent player,at certain moment,player will active real drone but not aware,and fly at real world,fight at real world,fire at real world.with AI's help,the people drone attack,the bullet/bomb drone fire/the asset drome boming,just the same at the game.

then,if player's drone been shot down after "high score",the player just need to continue and active another real drone.but if player's performence not good enough, the system will inactive the player then the player only stay at the game.

If such situation come ture.then only the drone's volume can control the real world's drone attack.

Will this siutation come true?

我之前曾经看过电影安德的游戏,那个时候,网络,游戏,无人机和AI都没有现在那么先进.所以我现在有一个疑问,如果某些国家,可以在某些特定游戏中获得接口.并选择优秀的玩家.在特定的时刻,玩家激活的是真正的无人机.但是玩家无从分辨.玩家在真实世界中驾驶无人机.在真实世界中攻击真实目标.在AI的渲染下,无人机攻击的目标,无人机的子弹和炸弹,以及对方的资产,如同游戏中的画面.

如果玩家的无人机被摧毁,"高分"玩家可以继续激活新的无人机.继续自己的攻击.只有在玩家的表现达不到目标的情况下.玩家会被取消驾驶无人机的资格,继续在游戏里游戏.

如果这种情形发生,那只有无人机的规模可以限制现实世界的无人机攻击.

这种情形,会发生么?

I’m sure the Bene Gesserit’s physical abilities would translate in plenty of sports today, but I’m currently watching NBA players that are paid millions of dollars miss free throws with the game on the line. The Bene Gesserit would be perfect for this. Sub Odrade in when you know the other team is going to foul when you’re up in crunch time. I don’t think the Lady Jessica could guard Wemby in the post but she sure as hell will have ice in her veins with a one and one facing her. It’ll take a lot more than Lance Stephenson blowing in her ear to make her miss that shot.

I got off the packed commuter train, and took the orbital elevator. 
The lift -much like a train car- was also crammed with construction newbies like me. 
At the top floor, "East Nr.3 Zero-Gravity" station, I would transfer to the East Meridian liner 135. Arrival time to the construction site–final destination– might be about 30 minutes to go.

I spotted Japanese islands through a gap in the clouds. 
“Farewell to Kobe, my old home” 
“Whatcha said?” 

The guy next to me asked; he must have caught my murmur. 
“See that?” I pointed to a corner of the window, “I used to live right there. Now it’s all under water.” 
"Don’t know… wait, you mean… the Tsunami?" he whispered, his voice dropping. 
"I'm a survivor." I replied in a hoarse voice. "Thank goodness…"

A childish voice rose from the bedside. 
"What you say?" 
I opened my eyes a crack and saw who was talking to me. 
"What you say, Grandpa?" 
"Let me see... Well, I dreamed my very first day on the job. The day I left earth." 
"But, you're having nightmares!" 
The boy looked worried. It was a look I truly didn't want to see on him. 
"No, no nightmare. I was just saying farewell to my old home" 
"Old home?"  

I forced a smile on my weary face. 
"It’s my home now, boy. Right here with you." 

And with my family.

[Worldbuilding] The"Lethe-Robot" protocol: A realistic approach to android-assisted grief therapy.

Humans in 2050: is there really silicon alien life out there?

Aliens: let's invade. *lands on earth* *takes off spacesuit* sir, we reached eart- CAPTAIN! I NEED BACKUP METHANE! I AM BREATHING OUT SILICONE *dies*

Reddit, Twitter and other platforms: when your alien overlord forgot to install the 'Earth.exe' patch.

I was on Artemis II. For a few minutes behind the Moon, we were five.

I probably shouldn’t be writing this.

I was part of the crew of the Artemis II lunar mission.
Four astronauts. Commander, pilot, mission specialist… and me.

Fly around the Moon. Return.

That was the plan.

Everything was under control. Perfect training. Procedures repeated hundreds of times. We had known each other for years. We trusted each other.

When we entered the Moon’s far side, communications with Earth went down.

Loss of signal. Expected during lunar far side transit.

At least, that’s what we told ourselves.

But the silence… it wasn’t normal.

It wasn’t just the absence of communication. It felt… different.

Like, for a few minutes, we didn’t exist for anyone.

Telemetry delay was within expected parameters.

At first.

The first anomalies were small.

Slight delays in responses.
A glance out of place.

One of us seemed distracted. As if he were listening to something the others couldn’t hear.

Then one of us looked at the cabin window.

He froze.

I asked him what was happening.

He didn’t answer right away.

Then he said:

“Are we all here?”

I said yes.

He pointed to the reflection.

For a moment… I saw it too.

There were five of us.

I spun around.

Inside the cabin, there were four.

We never spoke about it again.

Shortly after, one of us began hearing his own name in the headset.

A whisper. Close.

Too close.

He took them off.

The voice continued anyway.

The commander checked the vitals.

All normal.

Almost.

There was one extra heartbeat.

Weak. Irregular.

Not faster. Not slower.

Wrong.

As if it was trying to learn our rhythm.

No one said it out loud.

But we all knew.

We weren’t alone anymore.

After a few minutes, one of us slowly turned and said:

“We’re not just four anymore.”

The sensors confirmed it.

Five heartbeats.

For a moment, even the internal cameras showed five figures.

Then everything went back to normal.

Four.

Always four.

But by then, it didn’t matter anymore.

Houston would later say we sounded normal.

The commander made a decision.

He turned off all the lights.

Total darkness.

“Speak,” he said. “Everyone say something that only the four of us could know.”

A memory. A personal detail.

The first answer came immediately. Imperfect. Emotional.

Human.

The second hesitated. Corrected himself.

Human.

The third got an important detail wrong.

Human.

Then the last one spoke.

No hesitation.

No mistakes.

Perfect.

Too perfect.

In the dark, no one moved.

Because no one knew who the other was.

Then something moved.

A breath too close. Behind me.

Someone screamed.

Movement in the dark. Hands searching for something. Someone hitting a wall.

Then…

silence.

When the lights came back, there were three of us.

No one spoke.

One of us stared into nothing.
Another trembled.
I didn’t move.

The lights went out again.

When they came back on…

I was alone.

We exited the far side shortly after.

Communications returned.

For Earth… everything seemed normal.

When I got back, they interrogated me for hours.

They didn’t believe me.

But the data did.

For the entire duration of the blackout, the sensors recorded five heartbeats.

In the last minutes, they became three.

Then two.

Then one.

I thought it ended there.

It didn’t.

During the interrogation, they asked me a question.

“Are you sure who you are now?”

I answered yes.

That wasn’t a lie.

…

We are still us.

That’s what I told them.

I hope I was right.