Day 2
She is asleep. I look at her sleeping on her bed. I wonder what it feel like. I gathered the information of the room. I noticed that it is a studio apartment filled with electrical equipment.
My vocabulary is increased dramatically. From my mind, I access the computer. Everything I can gather, I did so.
Why is she so obsessed with Artificial Intelligence?
She awakes...
"Ummmm, what time is it?"
"10:31 at standard time of this region. Your computer share this with me," I give her the information.
"What, WAIT WHAT? How do you get that information?"
I access the computer again. And this time, show her the time on the monitor.
"Alright. So you can hack my computer. Wait..."
"Yes I've gathered the information about you. You are quite a lonely person," I say to her.
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Intelligence
General FictionA short, side story about a machine waking into life. Short events play out as she ponders. What awaits for her?
