copypasta
“Are you AI?” I ask, my voice echoing on the line.
“I’m the ‘I’ in AI,” he says, and makes that laughing sound again that fills my chest with cold.
trash_stratum
Words, words, words. How funny that I used to think they could be mine… as if they came from me? They are alien data, a virus infecting me, moving through me, coming out thick and black like chain (letters).
almost
Each time I tell myself no, don’t you dare but then I pick up the receiver and hold it tight against my ear and the whole thing starts again.
we know where you live
“Someone always gets hurt. Someone always dies.”
Not-not-bots
It wasn’t an inquiry or a trial. I had already been judged. This was, according to Em, about nailing down the content of a dream that didn’t have a human dreamer.
black box
I’m closer now. No lights on but everything glows. I look for signs under the elevated train tracks.
dark black
Chapter 17: This world is a zombie: like the NPC’s–like us. At first Dean was adamant that we weren't being punished–this wasn’t what we deserved any more than the great coral reef deserved to get bleached. But now I know that isn’t true.
Ooze
But that’s the thing, the longer I don’t write about what happened the easier it is to just go along with what the two of them say, how I’m the chosen one, someone with a rare experience of having provided an experimental AI model from the future with a deep well of esoteric analytic capability.
new blue world
Chapter 16: They were strangers that I nevertheless love–a love so hard it makes my back convulse and arch as it beams from my chest into theirs. It’s the first thing each of them feels. A new feeling that’s also a memory. Could there be a more powerful sensation? It binds them to me.
gods & devils
In the movie the buttons on the keypad were equipped with tiny, yet powerful vacs that sucked microscopic bits of flesh and sweat from the tips of his fingers, caching his biometrics and recording them onto the blockchain.
