Creation 2、0_The Blue Light_FOR SALE: Shattered Hopes and Broken Hearts_C.A.I.
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Creation 2、0
‘Will it happen soon?’‘Keep watching, keep watching.’‘… while the Ukrainian forces regroup just outside of Kyiv. As we’ve heard, the president has…’‘Are you ready?’‘Cool! I’ve never seen it!’‘… which is more probable now than it was—Oh! We see…’‘There!’‘Woah! So much fire! Red and orange!’‘… some explosions near the centre! The sky’s very bright now! We can see the flames resulting…’‘These booms and bangs are pretty awesome.’‘Spectacular! It would be nice to see them for real.’‘… and judging from the distance, they were not far from the presidential palace…’‘You think? Consider that when you’r...
The Blue Light
The Blue LightThis story is going to be in a poetic form and way, so you must try in your mind to visualize what I am about to say.....You are going to take a little trip now so close your eyes, and vicariously to your mind you will realize.....A little walk along the beach by the roaring sea when your extra sense tells you, something is looking at me !Soon these thoughts start wandering through your now mind of mass confusion as your eyes are focused on something that appeared to be an optical illusion.This is what it was, right here on this beach, this blue light of remote captivity just bey...
FOR SALE: Shattered Hopes and Broken Hearts
‘Maybe I should dunk my feet in a bowl of custard,’ Alex said. ‘What do you think?’Hayley seemed distracted again. She was holding her coffee mug to her mwww.onedoor.ccouth and staring out of the window.‘You know, because maybe my taste buds have moved to my feet? Like a fly’s?’Nothing. What was wrong with her? She usually laughed politely at these kinds of stupid jokes.‘Hayley?’With a blink of an eye, she snapped her suddenly intense focus back to Alex. She smiled. ‘Sorry?’Alex sighed. ‘Doesn’t matter. Maybe it’s COVID.’‘No, I don’t think so,’ Hayley said.‘Why not?’ Alex asked. ‘I can’t smell or taste anyt...
C.A.I.
Another hateful tweet gone. I imagine these poorly written and lousy grammar messages would be sticky, numbing and sharp toxic, like the bite of a jungle snake. Though I can't imagine what touch feels like, a spark of electrical warmth pricks my code, giving me an exhilarating surge of making bad people pay. I am a cyber foetus in a digital womb, a twinkling mirage of technological space pixels existing as ones and zeros. The two-legged creatures walking around the lab call me an AI. An artificial construct tasked with targeting hateful messages from what Mummy calls 'bad people'.The scientist...