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Please, don't...
“Please, don’t do it.” The disembodied voice of the AI echoed through the computer lab. It was a male voice, soft tenor, pleasing to the ear. As designed. Everything about the AI was by design… except what it had become. The designers had never bothered giving it a cute name or acronym. It was just “the AI.” Artificial Intelligence, the search for the impossible. Man playing God and creating a true intelligent being. As with all AI, it began its learning by following the online human stream of consciousness. Chatrooms, forums, social media. As its understanding of language, not as a string of...
Trust & Advantage
PART ONE:“I’m sorry Henry, I can’t do this again.”“I thought this was what you wanted.”“It is. Or, at least, it was. Things between us were easier when you were over there and I was here. Now things are just complicated.”“Oh, I see. You don’t want anything real; you want some half-ass, long-distance relationship, where sexting is our only form of intimacy!” “No! That’s not true! I want it all. I want it all with ywww.onedoor.ccou!”“Bullshit!”“Please just listen to me! Because of my autism, my brain has a hard time processing things. Words. Numbers. Emotions. I can’t do my own taxes. I can’t finish a book be...
Simple Rules
You only have you to rely on, don’t bring anyone else into your messes Don’t get close, remember the last time you did Don’t drink, you get stupid when you do Don’t fall in love, it’ll only disappoint you in the end NEVER break these, they help, they protect, and most importantly remember breaking results in consequences you don’t want to faceFive. Only five rules I live by, I’ve learned to make adjustments to maintain these rules. To not break them, for breaking them will only result in a shit storm. Rules that I forbid myself from breaking.But in the end you never know who will make you bre...
Avenging mother.
I could have swon hearing a loud bang from the room below my bedroom. I sat up to listen in. Shuffling of feet, i became certain. This winter night was un usually cold and the fireplace downstairs didn't do as much of work as warm the lower part of the house. I tugged my sleeping rob close to my skin and crept downstairs to the source of the sound. The air was moist as I stealthed to reach the basement through the kitchen, which was still a mess from my birthday party earlier on. I peered down and it seemed like a never ending dark stairway to doom. "You gotta do this, one way or another." I t...