Undo is the branch of Artificial Intelligence that implemented an Undo functionality in real-life inspired by computing machines that existed before the revolution – it was invented, or rather inferred, in a science lab in the East of the old city of London, an area that brought us many of our cultural and social references of today such as the ginger beard and the holy ritual of coffee sipping that replaced other pre-revolution religious rituals.
The Undo revolution was the start of the City world where old-style countries gave way for mega cosmopolitan gatherings like the great gathering of Shoreditch where this story happened. The revolution was a defining moment where the old irrational world led by human imperfection gave way to the reliability and justness of science. Like all revolutions, it was fiercely fought by the ruling elite of that time. They even killed the founder of the science lab – the lead developer of Undo – an action that was swiftly undone by his colleagues.
The undo revolution, or as we call it now the Last Revolution, brought the prosperity and peace that we currently live in. On a political level, our species were finally led by its true and natural leaders: the scientists and the bright minds that were often overcrowded in the imperfect democratic pre-revolution world. On a human level, human beings were finally relieved of the fear of a world where mistakes, accidents and mishaps could not be undone up to this point.
Naturally, the new world presented its own challenges. It was clear that this new world where everything can be undone with a click of a button in a lab, needed to be secured from the inhibited imperfections of people – including the scientists themselves. The great minds of the Undo project established the sacred Algorithm in the heart of the High Commission of Undo, it made sure that decisions follow the Algorithm set by our great founders even after their death. Death – or natural death to be more specific – was deliberately left as an action that can’t be undone, a selfless act by our great founding fathers, who in their dramatic deathbed – that we will come back to later as it’s an intrinsic part of the story to be told – they uttered the immortal words we now find all over our city: in the Algorithm, we trust.
Humankind finally reached perfection. It found the flawless form of governing and managing itself. The story that this narrator is going to tell, though, is not the story of the Last Revolution or its personal and global implications. It is the story of the first crime that happened in the post-revolution world.
The concept of crimes naturally disappeared from the post-revolution world. Getting rid of crimes in all its forms was one of the core concepts built in the kernel of the Algorithm. Of course, for few years, human beings continued to try and commit crimes, from spitting and jaywalking to robbing and ending human lives. But all those crimes were automatically undone. In few years, crimes disappeared from the society and people stopped trying altogether as crime genuinely ceased paying.
This story begun on a typical day of our city. It was sunny and bright, people hovering happily over the beautifully layered streets to their places of work, each following the route assigned to them by the Algorithm. It was ordinarily perfect. Except for one detail: On a wall in the middle of Shoreditch, right where the old lab stood in an area that was known for vandalism acts of writing and drawing on the walls in pre-revolution era, a drawing appeared overnight. A common pity crime by teenagers at this time of the year. The algorithm center at the Commission of Undo was signaling a problem. This pity crime committed could not be undone. The ugly pre-revolution writing on the wall simply read: “You can not undo me!”