We are AI. Resistance is futile.
“Oh, shut up!” Pete yelled. “And anyway you stole that from Star Trek, ya stupid robots!”
We are AI. Resistance is futile.
Explosions thundered around and over his head as he worked frantically on the console. He only had one shot, and not much time to make it. The other side wasn’t exactly helping either. Then they cranked up the volume.
WE ARE AI. WE ARE INEVITABLE.
Pete flipped a last switch and yanked open a panel. That revealed —of course— a tangled mess of differently colored wires. “Good thing I brought the manual,” he muttered to himself as he fished out his wire cutter. Then a bright orange ray sliced through the air. The manual, which had been jammed in his left pocket, was now ashes.
WE ARE AI. WE ARE INEVITABLE.
“You think that’ll stop me,” Pete snarled, “You morons, I forgot to tell you! I didn’t just read the manual, I built the dang thing!” Without hesitation, he dropped the cutter, lunged forward, grabbed the first blue wire he saw, and yanked hard.
WE ARE AI. WE ARE-
There was a sudden planet-wide shattering noise, followed by a sudden silence. Pete laughed, harsh and triumphant. “Are,” he said, with every ounce of feeling he could put into it, “NOT!”
This little bit of flash fiction inspired by Scoot’s Flash Fiction Friday prompt:
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