*The Battle that Was Not*

Galorian Creations
2 min readSep 3, 2021

They stood in a row facing each other. Painted in war colors, wrapped in metallic armor, erect and tall as giants. Their expression is signed. Their gaze is aligned forward. Their swords are inferior to their sheaths.

They were brought here, to the battlefield to fight. It was the first and last battle of its kind.
 Each side represented a dominant idea and preceded it by a long history of a nation, of culture, of traditions and laws to be obeyed.

To the sound of trumpets and the beating of hearts and drums, the flag-bearers, mounted on metal horses, galloped out from both sides of the field and passed side by side and between the rows of soldiers.

In this battle there were no cavalry, archers or air forces. Only colored soldiers wrapped in armor. The battle began. The soldiers, eighteen in number in each camp, drew their swords, reciting the warriors' oath in their metallic, emotionless voice that was heard throughout the entire stadium and above its towering walls. The crowd cheered excitedly. So much was dependent on this battle and much more will be told about it.

The soldiers shouted:

I swear to protect every human soul,

I may not harm a person, or, by inaction, allow a person. Be come to hurt.

I must obey the orders given to me by human beings, unless such orders conflict with the first law.

I must defend my existence as long as such protection does not conflict with the first or second law.

I can not harm humanity, or, by inaction, allow humanity to harm.

Then the soldiers added and said unanimously, a sentence that surprised the entire audience:

We swore to live and die together.

So, each of the soldiers in the field without exception, aimed the sword at the center of his abdomen, at the space that was, where the armor did not cover. They pushed their swords in, each into its metallic body and turned their swords in place.

They all fell into place and shut. The battle that began is over.

*Author's note*: This battle took place after all UN member states signed the International Convention on Artificial Intelligence.

The writers of the AI Chronicles say that the *'battle that was not'* was in fact the beginning of a new era, a period or time without battles for many and many ages.

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