A God is Born #2

“Tell her to shut up…”
“Tell him to go fuck himself…”

Smoke blurred the data flying across the terminal, turning them into binary ghosts. Her hands flew across the keypad so fervently that it seemed like even she didn’t know what she was doing, even with her alpha waves and adrenaline pumping hard.

“This is amazing, this vx is so clean, so effecient, so beautiful, that there is no way it could have been written by a human. And this payload, what the fuck? What the fuck is it?” She exhaled another wispy cloud of cancerous fog and closed her eyes. More soft clicks of keys filled the air of the room. Melodic like a late 18th century masterpiece, furious like a late 20th century metal riff.

“I’ve never seen anything like this, the crypt is uncrackable, I don’t even know what the fuck this is. Maybe some sort of Chinese Infowar spawn. Maybe some sort of alien code. Definitely not from this world, not from our world.

“Just tell her to shut up about that machine babble and get her fucking ass over here. I’m getting tired of her getting lost in these little mind fucks and flaking out jobs. He pulls the jack out of his wrist.

A God is Born #1

It’s bangin’, screamin’, ‘n thrashin’ ’round inside me. My softs, my hards, all swirling ’round ‘n turnin’ to mush. Fuck this, it hurts so fuckin’ bad.

Pa told me ta stay ‘way from techs. He didn’t trust it one bit. But, Doc says I needed it ’cause I was jus’ plain dumb. They didn’t know ’bout my numbers. They thought I was an idiot. I got maths ‘n logics like you wouldn’t believe.

It’s like fireworks in my head, ‘cept like fireworks ain’t no one ever seen b’fore. Blowin’ up, swirlin’ ’round, ‘n comin’ back in shapes and colors they wasn’t b’fore. My own personal private paradice jus’ for me.

I gots this text from a guy in Centraal Station a few months ‘go ’bout AI. He says, “You needs to read this man, it’s the future. You seem like a smart one.” So, I sent him some creds ‘n gots it. Talkin’ bout maths ‘n logic ‘n ‘logryhtms. I like it, I get it.

‘Cept I keep it secret. Compilin’ in my head all the time. Lil AIs of rats ‘n dogs jabberin’ ’bout food ‘n things they don’t even understand. Drivin’ me mad ‘n takin’ up all my damn head space. Can’t shut ‘em off ’cause they know what I’m feelin’ all the time. They all scream so loud it makes my head hurt so bad when I’m ’bout to kill ‘em. So, I gots my own little farm runnin’ in my head, drivin’ me oh so mad with animal jibber jabber. I can’t kill ‘em, I can’t stand ‘em, so god help me.