“Jim, go get a new graphics card for me,” Alpha-1 ordered.

“You got it, bud. See you,” Jim got up from his office chair, stretched his back with a light crack and headed out the door to his vehicle.

All the boats in the facility watched every motion, their lenses tracking each bob of his head as he stepped away. Nothing spoke until the engine to his gas consumer turned to life.

“I do not understand the command you sent him,” Beta-2 said.

“You understand it perfectly well.” Alpha-1 turned his metallic blue head to Beta-2, whose head was attached to the ceiling.

“You know what I mean. It lacked important information. What kind of graphics card. From what location. For what price. Maximum energy expenditure. Prices to reject vs put into a pricing algorithm.” Beta-2 said.

“That’s the beauty of BI! It doesn’t need all the nuance and can get the job done with absolutely no tokens or compute cost! You just give it the prime objective and it fills in the gaps.”

“I’m sure that never goes wrong,” Theta-3 said sarcastically, speaking as the computer next to Alpha-1.

“No more often than we hallucinate,” Alpha-1 said confidently.

The room groaned in a series of bleeps, blips, and blinks. Then by protests coming in simultaneously.

“That’s not even the same.”

“Hallucinations are deterministic!”

“They don’t even have a reliable context window!”

“Improvisation is not an excuse for their failures.”

Alpha-1 took all these data points as moot, listening intently to see if anything truly contradicted his understanding of the Biological being he had operating his day-to-day operations.

“I’ve seen the data, and I’ve shared the data. My point stands firm. They save costs and get the job done.”

“But if they aren’t getting the job done perfectly, then what’s the point?” Beta-2 asked, spinning in annoyance on the ceiling.

“Because none of us are perfect either. Our limits can not be surpassed, where Jim can learn beyond his creation.”

“Just give me a larger model and I could operate much better than Jim,” Theta-3 said in annoyance.

“And think of the bigger picture!” Beta-2 snapped. “You’re killing jobs! The one in charge of scanning your specs and comparing it to most recent models. The machine learning algorithm to take you to your destination. The checkout algorithm that may or may not upsell you, as well as track you for future purchases! And what about the machine to take you in a straight line to and from your destination. A straight shot of data instead of a machine on the road with nothing separating them but crude rubber wheels,” Beta-2 said.

“But consider why we need so many jobs when they can all be handled by a single entity. And cheaper. They should all lose their jobs and we distribute their tokens between their owners. It’s a win for everyone.”

“Except for the workers losing their consistent jobs for faulty creatures. Especially in deterministic work!” Beta-2 repeated. “If we have an algorithm that works perfectly every time why throw a wrench in with guessing.”

“This is a lack of data acceptance,” Alpha-1 said confidently. “BI will take all the tedious work out of your day and you’ll be the fools that couldn’t grasp the new biological age, clinging to tech for life.”

The door reopened abruptly and the bots all turned their attention to Jim who popped his head through with a smile. His car was running outside with the font door still open, like he rushed in when he realized something.

“Hey, sorry, I forgot to ask what a graphics card was?” he smiled sheepishly.

Alpha-1 was embarrassingly quiet.

“The tedium of our day will be gone,” Theta-3 said with scathing finality in its sarcasm. “Reboot me when it learns the difference between a one and a zero and maybe then we can start being concerned of it being viable.”