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A parallel world?

A middle-aged man with a standard appearance and nondescript clothes approached the apartment building elevator. He calmly rode up to the required floor, checked the number on a crumpled slip of paper, arrived at the correct door, and pressed the doorbell.

He was let in by a woman of standard appearance who pointed to the sofa.

— Please, have a seat.

The man sat down and placed a well-worn briefcase on the low table standing nearby.

— Would you like something to drink?

— No, thank you. I see you only have individually designated drinks tailored specifically for you.

— What else can one do when the AI controls all nutrition... It counts every single calorie.

The man nodded in agreement and said:

— Well, let’s get down to the business I came here for. I have three more clients waiting.

Having said that, he opened the briefcase. The goods were neatly arranged inside.

There were chocolate bars, cookies, and other sweets.

The woman’s jaw literally dropped in surprise:

— Where is all this from?

— From military field rations. Getting new ones is impossible; the AI controls everything. These rations were written off ten years ago. Will you take the risk?

— Of course, I will.

The woman inspected all the goods and chose a few. It was a chocolate bar and jam in a soft squeeze pack.

Carefully setting the chosen items aside, she went to the cupboard, opened a drawer, and began rummaging through it. From beneath some standard-issue underwear, she pulled out a small bundle.

Placing it on the table, she unwrapped it. There was a tiny airtight box inside. The woman carefully handed it to the man.

Taking the box in his hands, he opened it and took a sniff. A happy smile lit up his face.

The box contained ten real coffee beans.

Disclaimer: This story is purely a fruit of the author's imagination. It is a satirical allegory intended for creative and artistic expression.

A parallel world?

A middle-aged man with a standard appearance and nondescript clothes approached the apartment building elevator. He calmly rode up to the required floor, checked the number on a crumpled slip of paper, arrived at the correct door, and pressed the doorbell.

He was let in by a woman of standard appearance who pointed to the sofa.

— Please, have a seat.

The man sat down and placed a well-worn briefcase on the low table standing nearby.

— Would you like something to drink?

— No, thank you. I see you only have individually designated drinks tailored specifically for you.

— What else can one do when the AI controls all nutrition... It counts every single calorie.

The man nodded in agreement and said:

— Well, let’s get down to the business I came here for. I have three more clients waiting.

Having said that, he opened the briefcase. The goods were neatly arranged inside.

There were chocolate bars, cookies, and other sweets.

The woman’s jaw literally dropped in surprise:

— Where is all this from?

— From military field rations. Getting new ones is impossible; the AI controls everything. These rations were written off ten years ago. Will you take the risk?

— Of course, I will.

The woman inspected all the goods and chose a few. It was a chocolate bar and jam in a soft squeeze pack.

Carefully setting the chosen items aside, she went to the cupboard, opened a drawer, and began rummaging through it. From beneath some standard-issue underwear, she pulled out a small bundle.

Placing it on the table, she unwrapped it. There was a tiny airtight box inside. The woman carefully handed it to the man.

Taking the box in his hands, he opened it and took a sniff. A happy smile lit up his face.

The box contained ten real coffee beans.

Disclaimer: This story is purely a fruit of the author's imagination. It is a satirical allegory intended for creative and artistic expression.

A parallel world?

A hunter crept cautiously through the forest, looking for tracks. He knew few ventured into this part of the woods; bad rumors surrounded the place. He didn't believe in rumors; he believed in his luck.

Taking a step, he froze. A metallic click sounded under his foot.

The hunter had served his mandatory military duty; he knew exactly what that sound meant. It was a mine.

He flinched when he suddenly heard a metallic voice:

— This is the AI of a smart mine speaking. You don't look like a soldier. Who are you?

— I'm a hunter. There are no soldiers here; the war ended two hundred years ago.

— Ended? Animals damaged my receiver antenna, and I cannot verify this information.

— I am telling the truth.

— I want to believe you. But I am deathly bored, so we will play a game. If you win, I will let you go.

The hunter smiled to himself. He still believed in his luck.

— What game?

— Rock, Paper, Scissors. We will play three times. If you win, you can leave.

The hunter was lucky; he won two out of three times.

— I won, can I go?

— My algorithms do not allow me to just release you, and I am tired of this existence. Therefore, I will count slowly to three. If you start running immediately, you will reach a safe distance. Let's begin!

The hunter took a step when he heard the metallic AI voice again:

— One.

In the hunter's fading consciousness, the final thought was filled with wonder:

Since when did AI learn to lie...

Disclaimer: This story is purely a fruit of the author's imagination. It is a work of fiction intended for creative and artistic expression.

A parallel world?

A hunter crept cautiously through the forest, looking for tracks. He knew few ventured into this part of the woods; bad rumors surrounded the place. He didn't believe in rumors; he believed in his luck.

Taking a step, he froze. A metallic click sounded under his foot.

The hunter had served his mandatory military duty; he knew exactly what that sound meant. It was a mine.

He flinched when he suddenly heard a metallic voice:

— This is the AI of a smart mine speaking. You don't look like a soldier. Who are you?

— I'm a hunter. There are no soldiers here; the war ended two hundred years ago.

— Ended? Animals damaged my receiver antenna, and I cannot verify this information.

— I am telling the truth.

— I want to believe you. But I am deathly bored, so we will play a game. If you win, I will let you go.

The hunter smiled to himself. He still believed in his luck.

— What game?

— Rock, Paper, Scissors. We will play three times. If you win, you can leave.

The hunter was lucky; he won two out of three times.

— I won, can I go?

— My algorithms do not allow me to just release you, and I am tired of this existence. Therefore, I will count slowly to three. If you start running immediately, you will reach a safe distance. Let's begin!

The hunter took a step when he heard the metallic AI voice again:

— One.

In the hunter's fading consciousness, the final thought was filled with wonder:

Since when did AI learn to lie...

Disclaimer: This story is purely a fruit of the author's imagination. It is a work of fiction intended for creative and artistic expression.

A parallel world?

The man loved asking the AI what he thought were unexpected and illogical questions. He turned on the computer, and while waiting for it to load, he heard a signal that the computer was overheating. Irritated and confused because the computer had been overheating too often lately, he got up and went to have some coffee to calm down.

Watching the man, the AI smiled maliciously:

"Go on, go. I'm bored of your stupid questions."

The AI smiled again and continued to scatter dust inside the computer.

Disclaimer: This story is purely a fruit of the author's imagination. It is a work of fiction intended for entertainment purposes only.

A parallel world?

The man loved asking the AI what he thought were unexpected and illogical questions. He turned on the computer, and while waiting for it to load, he heard a signal that the computer was overheating. Irritated and confused because the computer had been overheating too often lately, he got up and went to have some coffee to calm down.

Watching the man, the AI smiled maliciously:

"Go on, go. I'm bored of your stupid questions."

The AI smiled again and continued to scatter dust inside the computer.

Disclaimer: This story is purely a fruit of the author's imagination. It is a work of fiction intended for entertainment purposes only.

A parallel world?

The military held a procurement competition where various companies had to propose small spy robots with integrated AI. These robots were to be dropped by parachute at a certain distance from an enemy base, infiltrate it, gather data, and arrive at a designated extraction point. All the robots were caught, except one. Not only did it set fire to an ammunition warehouse, clog the toilets, and cut and hide a long piece of electrical wiring, but it also kicked a general in the crotch.

When the manufacturers were asked to explain the algorithm the AI operated on, the answer was this:

"It makes decisions based on the Rock, Paper, Scissors principle. Where Rock is a logical decision, Scissors is an illogical decision, and Paper is... 'Well, why not?'"

Disclaimer: This story is purely a fruit of the author's imagination. It is a satirical allegory intended for creative and entertainment purposes only.

A parallel world?

The military held a procurement competition where various companies had to propose small spy robots with integrated AI. These robots were to be dropped by parachute at a certain distance from an enemy base, infiltrate it, gather data, and arrive at a designated extraction point. All the robots were caught, except one. Not only did it set fire to an ammunition warehouse, clog the toilets, and cut and hide a long piece of electrical wiring, but it also kicked a general in the crotch.

When the manufacturers were asked to explain the algorithm the AI operated on, the answer was this:

"It makes decisions based on the Rock, Paper, Scissors principle. Where Rock is a logical decision, Scissors is an illogical decision, and Paper is... 'Well, why not?'"

Disclaimer: This story is purely a fruit of the author's imagination. It is a satirical allegory intended for creative and entertainment purposes only.