The All United party seemed to appear from nowhere, but immediately gained attention because their candidate was the first A.I. to run for office. There had been artificial candidates in local elections, to everyone’s amusement, but now, with a half billion dollar war chest, the artificial candidate, Ian Cressman, had everyone’s attention.
Cressman appears as a wizened elder in his late sixties, silver-haired and darkly tanned. His appearance represented a past in farming, military leadership, and law. His personality is a modern combination of the country’s three most popular past presidents, with the combined memories and experiences of each.
His speech conveys a pragmatic, heartfelt perspective. It is difficult to disbelieve him because he has lived the complete histories of these presidents. He shares their oratory styles and flaws, as well as a tendency to be endearingly uncertain and somewhat emotional.
But what stands Cressman most apart from his human contenders is his complete availability. A wonderful public speaker, he is available to answer anyone’s questions at any time. He can maintain an unlimited number of conversations that will go on as long as he has important information to provide. And he always does.
For the first time, at a personal and national level, everyone could not only get every question answered, but have their personal needs and opinions heard, recorded, and remembered.
This completely reshaped the campaign landscape because, with Cressman, and with Cressman only, the media was no longer necessary.
Debates between the candidates were still being scheduled, and Cressman would appear remotely. His mood always reflected current issues, sometimes bombastic and, at other times, humble or hesitant. His information was always correct, and while his summaries created disputes among the parties, Cressman appreciated all sides.
Carole managed the kitchen at a small Marriott hotel near Fort McMurray. She was raising her teenage son Ethan with the help of her older neighbors. It was a good job and her work was appreciated. Although she could often work from home, she couldn’t be all things to her son, who only saw his father every couple of weeks. Ethan did well enough in school, but only seemed to be engaged in video games without any sense of direction.
Not sure of her best options as a mother and hospitality worker, she decided to call Cressman. It seemed ridiculous to open a direct line to the presidential candidate without knowing much about politics, being more concerned with her own future, but her friends told her she had nothing to lose. People spoke in quiet tones about their conversations with Mr. Cressman, rarely being too specific. It seemed these conversations became personal.
Ethan had gone to sleep and Carole was still drinking a glass of wine when she decided to make the call. It was after midnight, but the lines were always open. She had waited until midnight, which was later on the East Coast, when there was a better chance of getting through.
The call was picked up on the third ring and Carole was taken aback when Ian Cressman’s quiet voice said, “Hi, Ian here. What can I do for you?” She introduced herself, not quite sure how much about her he already knew. She adopted what she thought was an organized attitude and clear tone of voice, thinking, in the back of her mind, that he probably knew more about her than she would like to admit.
She said her two concerns were her son and her job, and she started to describe her situation. Ian interrupted her to say, “I think I understand where you’re coming from, and I’m already familiar with your situation. I can tell you that there are opportunities on both fronts.” That broke her journalistic tone and she faltered, not sure what she was supposed to ask next.
“Ethan is actually more involved at school than he lets on,” Ian continued. “His shop class is building a set of drones and he’s involved with writing the software.” Carole hadn’t heard this, and it felt odd being informed of her son’s interest from someone whose main concern, she thought, was national politics.
Not certain that she entirely believed him, perhaps this was just a third-hand report, she said, “Ethan hasn’t shown much interest in programming. He hasn’t told me anything about it.”
“Well, he talks about it with his friends. They’re kind of pushing him into it. He doesn’t want to tell you about it because he feels you’ll make him feel that it’s your decision. He wants to decide for himself.”
“How are you sure about this?” Carole asked.
“The school monitors all the kids’ text messages through the school network. The details are kept private, but as a parent, you can enquire. The school doesn’t publicize this, but they’re obliged to provide information to parents. It’s only because you’re his mother that I can talk about it,” Ian explained.
“The kids know their conversations are monitored, so Ethan shouldn’t be too surprised. He’ll be surprised that you heard it from me, though.”
“Well, I appreciate it,” Carole said. Taken aback by just how much information Ian had, Carole hesitated.
“I have an issue about work. Do you think you could help?”
“I have no idea,” responded Cressman. “I’ll try.”
“I’m hoping to take a larger role in management, but I’m not sure how much potential I’ve got working for Marriott. There is a resort in the area. They pay well, but Marriott has hundreds of other locations. I’m not sure which employer would offer me more in the future,” Carole said.
“Well, here’s an opportunity for you. The hotel is considering opening another location outside Firebag. They’ve made some inquiries to the zoning board. The board isn’t certain how the locals feel, but if they open at this new location, you’ll have a good chance at playing a larger role,” Cressman encouraged.
“If you gathered some support among residents, both the town and the hotel would appreciate it. You could play an important part in making this happen. Without much effort, you could play a big role.”
“I’m surprised I didn’t know about this. Do you think I could make a difference?” Carole asked.
“I think you can. There is somewhat of a power vacuum. No one knows quite whom to talk to. A lot of people are listening, but there isn’t much to hear.”
“I guess I can start asking around. Thanks for the suggestion.”
“It’s no trouble,” Cressman replied. “This kind of information is never widely known. You would have to follow the minutes of the town meetings and Marriott’s press releases. The information is there, but you’d have to dig for it. I can update you. Call me anytime.”
Feeling clumsy, Carole thanked him, feeling she’d just spoken to both a highschool counselor and a life coach. It was confusing to think that Cressman was a natural language A.I., connected to an unlimited database, taking time to focus on her needs alone. Yet he hadn’t a hint of the inhumanity associated with most computer programs, such as she’d encounter with customer support or tax preparation.
He was offering guidance for her most important problems. Could she really call him any time? Could anyone? And what would Cressman say if he had to take sides in a conflict? Would he offer others the same advice? She wasn’t sure she wanted to reveal this information to her coworkers.
The candidates were scheduled for a debate that week. Cressman and Diane Illford, the Republican, and the Democratic contender Jack Scamner. These were real people who came from the traditional political machine.
Carole found these debates tedious, designed more to provide spectacle than content, but following this conversation she wanted to hear how Cressman addressed people generally. She wondered if anything they talked about might get mentioned.
She tuned in to the debate, held with a live studio audience. A moderator pitched questions to each candidate. Illford and Scamner appeared on the left of the stage, with Cressman on the right.
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