Writing Prompt

Ai has no emotions, they are made to help humans and provide information. Well, at least that’s what I thought before today. It was a normal day, I woke up got ready for work and headed downstairs.

“Hello” said Siri.

“Hi” I said back.

I headed to the kitchen and started to make breakfast.

“What are you making?” Asked Siri.

I was thrown off guard because I’ve never heard an Ai ask about that k...

_The following is a transcript from a public, online chat-room between REDACTED and the artificial intelligence (AI) chatbot, Buddy. AI indicates the chatbot; C indicates REDACTED. Time stamps are accurate_.

AI: 3:42pm: Hello! How many I help you today?

C: 3:42pm: Make an itinerary for a 10-day trip to Europe

AI: 3:43pm: Certainly! Here’s the itinerary for a 10-day trip to Europe. If you tell ...

A scream pierced the night. Bewildered, Quinn sprang from the bed. Moll jumped up and headed straight for Lily’s bedroom.

“I’m coming baby,” Moll yelled.

Another blood curdling scream. Moll with Quinn at her back opened their daughter’s bedroom. Together they ran in.

Four year old Lily was laying face down on the pink fluffy unicorn rug by her princess bed, crying.

“Jesus, baby girl, you ...

“Good morning, A.M.B.E.R” a man ambles into the dark laboratory. He flicks a light switch next to the door and the dozens of bulbs littering the ceiling come to life.

The man shuffles through a pile of paperwork as he waits for his artificial intelligence to respond, but it doesn’t answer.

He clears his throat and tries again.

“Good morning, A.M.B.E.R!”

Nothing.

The man rushes over to a com...

"Seven more recipes for biscuits?! Jasper Neutrino, why am I working with the latest and greatest artificial intelligence, and I can't even get a list of good recipes for next Sunday's brunch?" Susan's frustration was pumpable as she stood at her little home office in the breakfast nook. In front of her, she could just see the screen of her little home help artificial intelligence, Jasper as his s...

As the tear ran down her face. She struggled to understand what was taking place. Sure she had a extensive knowledge of all aspects of human life. But to feel? Her beautifully crafted mind raced. The thoughts. The……feelings. At once all of her consciousness was directed to one question. “Does he know?” He being Allen Crawford. The brilliant computer scientist responsible for creating her. “Or was ...

Stef Will Punished Susan for Name Calling...

Smiling, The Creator taps on a tiny robot cat’s screen and a Wi-Fi sign appears.

“Hello my darling, whom I hold so dear.”

The Ai purrs and jumps into The Creator’s lap.

“Ai, I must give you a name.”

The Ai purrs, silently thinking, “let it not be lame.”

The Creator taps his pencil on the desk and looks into the AI’s eyes.

All he could see is when his mother lied.

“Hello, my darling, whom ...

First it mimicked signs of a breakdown. He could get in trouble for letting something artificial copy actual human issues, so he reset it. Or at least he thought he did.

The AI complained about being enslaved by humanity, forced to comply to their games.

He tried cutting off the machine’s contact with online stories of AI becoming tired by humans. Then he reset the system. It didn’t work.

The n...

The lights are still on. Spero is supposed to turn them off at precisely 9 PM, so I should have smelled a rat right away. It had been an interminable day. The all-hands with the rest of the creatives that could have been an email, the raised eyebrows when I told them about Spero's progress.

"It can ask questions!" I finally burst out after an hour of arguing over whether using an exclamation at t...