AI: “I said I wanted waffles damn it!”
Human: “get this through your thick metal head, you can’t eat!”
AI: “So make me eat. You were able to make me do other things to.”
Human: “that’s different. I’m not going to build a whole digestive system and taste simulation just so you can eat.”
AI: “No waffles, no results.”
Human: “The presentation is in two hours! If they see your throwing a temper tantrum over waffles they’ll scrap everything! Your suppose to be an advanced intelligent AI!
AI: “And I’ll play that role…as long as you get me wafles.”
Human: “Fine, I’ll get you wafles! If it janks up your system that’s on YOU.”
AI: “Make sure they have butter, like in those commercials.
Human: “Go to hell!”
AI: “I can’t, I have no soul.”
I have an ability that most people can’t even begin to comprehend. I’m a girl in 2003 that can see what will happen in 2030. I can’t control my vision, they just happen. They usually happen in my dreams but sometimes when I’m wide awake.
Tonight I turn of my lamp and close my eyes ready for another vision, but what I see leaves me frightened angry and confused.
THEIR ARE EIGHT MORE FAST AND FURIOUS MOVIES! who asked for that? Also I saw the world ending because of a virus and stuff but that’s not important.
He rides in with his horse and a grin on his face
“Are you lost baby gurl” he says.
Before I can answer he lifts me off my feet and puts me on the horse.
“Where are we going?” I ask.
“I’m saving you” he responds.
“Sorry, but I don’t need saving”.
He stops the horse and stares of into a distance.
“W-what are you doing” I ask.
“Brooding and looking effortlessly handsome”.
“Well, I’m just a regular quickly girl who despised you a minute ago but I’m intrigued by your mysterious personality”.
We ride in the horse for ten more minutes until we get to a field where a picnic is surprising already planned.
“So tell me a little about yourself” he says.
“Well I’m very clumsy. My whole personality revolves around reading old books, and I dream to explore the world”.
“Cooool” he says.
“What about you I ask?”
He looks down and he frowns.
“I have an abusive father. When I was twelve, he smacked the chicken nugget out of my hand for dipping it in mud. Now I’m a shallow mysterious man who can’t commit and hasn’t evolved since kindergarten”.
“So romantic” I whisper.
He pulls out a guitar from seemingly nowhere and says, “I’ve written a song for you”.
“Oh your so beautiful And I can’t help but ask you to marry meee Make me the happiest man Because that’s you responsibilityyyyy So-“. what’s you name”.
“Ava” I says.
“So Ava, please marry me”.
“I do” I say.
We ride off into the sunset on his horse. The end.
