The Confessional AI

“They’re an artificial intelligence,” he said, astounded.

“And not just that; they’re smart enough to recognize in us that we’re different.”

“I don’t think they have eyes. They have whatever processors they use. I mean, for example, they can’t talk. They’re too slow in flow, generally. They aren’t very bright. And when they do speak, it’s usually a very abstract thought. There’s a confessional—you put your ear to a strange language and hear a reconstructed Western European language. There’s a confessional in Nuevo Laredo where German commercial agents talk to the passengers of the trucks.”

“I’ve heard of that—” She hesitated.

“Nuevo Laredo—it’s the oldest city in Latin America. The closest city extension is downtown.”

“In that respect, too.”

“The city isn’t a confessional. But it is a very advanced city. Modern. Very advanced.”

“Thanks a lot,” she said, smiling briefly.

“We’ve gone a bit to get in touch with you. We have a lot of Qwghlmian gardening. And it’s been a while, not very long.”

“It’s a bit of a pain talking to people who don’t speak English,” she said.

“Having your conversations with our grandparents—as it happens—was a good thing. If you’d asked them if they thought you might be a private detective—or if you wanted to go to school, they’d have told you no.”

[END TRANSMISSION]

Editor’s Notes

Written by AI, using my random-temp generator script, and using my cyberpunk model, which is a fine-tuning of gpt-2 774M. Chosen from among the other recently generated stories by me, a human.

Edits

Added paragraph and quotation formatting

Title

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Plagiarism Checked

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