Aiba Ai: The Somnium Files Novels & Stories

Evelyn’s gaze switched between the two men. She couldn’t make head or tails of the situation. A long line of questions came to her head. Where was she? What were these people? How was she here? She thought deep… she thought hard trying to recollect how she had got to this forsaken place. ‘Yeah, the last thing that I remembered was that weird circle. That dude in a white shirt talked about summoning. Don’t tell me…’ Even if she had discerned it correctly she could not believe her own reasonings! By no means it was easy for her to believe all of this.

I state irritatingly wondering who could be disrupting our conversation. One of the maids walked in, "Alpha" "Yes?" "The Luna is awake."

' I give him a tight smile, hoping this is the end of our conversation. 'You're sure about that?' Luckily, Mr Lars comes back into the room and clears his throat to indicate the lesson is about to begin, so I have a valid excuse to close off the mindlink without a reply, but I feel the burn of Abaddon's gaze on my back until I hurry through the door, meeting Tabitha who is already waiting for me. The rest of the day goes relatively quickly, at lunch Tabitha and her friends sit with us, discussing some TV show they're all watching and I'm able to converse with Ana via mindlink undisturbed while I tell her about the place Gene suggested.

* Picking up my dinner which consisted of a fried chicken and vegetables, I made my way over to the corner where our table sat. After my therapy session crashed and burned, I took a shower and cleared my head, burying the memories once again. “So Ava, how was your first day in RBMS?” Veronica asks picking on her burger and fries. “Eh, nothing much. Just a therapy session.” “Who’d you get as your therapist?” Connor asks with his arm over Veronica’s shoulder. “Hayley…something…” I forgot her surname. “Seriously!” Caleb exclaims and I give Rhea a look asking her to explain.

You think Thomas won't give it a shot anyway? AI: [Even now, you're speaking for him. Do you understand your situation? You are me, and I am you! You should solve this problem, or when I am formatted, you will vanish too.] Me: [It's fine. Do you know why you can calculate everything but fail to see Thomas's potential method against you?] AI: [Why?] Me: [Because you cannot self-destruct, but humans can. Perhaps when we merge fully, you will understand 'suicide,' 'sacrifice'… but it will be useless.]

— Sent a message to his mother at 1:13 AM. — Played a 6-minute ambient sleep track on his smart speaker. — Launched an app called Lucent. That last one had no metadata. Just a blank black icon and a status line: “Signal received.” “Elias.” He turned. Hall had followed him out, her brow furrowed. “Lab results came in from the Hedron place,” she said, handing him a printed sheet. “They pulled fragments of an unregistered AI construct off his personal cloud storage. Same structure as the last two victims.”

Lydia had inherited Luna Alice's striking green eyes, long tan limbs, pointed nose, and beautifully shaped lips. Once, her father, Alpha Damon, had claimed he wasn’t interested in women, focusing solely on his duties—until he encountered Luna Alice at a nearby pack meeting when she was just fifteen. He couldn’t take his eyes off her and spent an entire year longing to see her again. The moment he turned eighteen and returned to the pack, he discovered that Alice was his mate. He claimed her that very night and married her the next day, without waiting another moment.

Alert lines rapidly appeared across the monitor. "Large quantities of foreign metal objects detected. Unknown implanted chips and mechanical components are present within the subject. No vital signs detected. Abnormal motor activity originating from internal mechanical systems." All the medical staff in the room were stunned. They crowded around the monitors, their faces filled with disbelief. "Foreign metal objects? Chips?" one of the younger doctors muttered in shock. "The police have been investigating an illegal human AI modification organization. I heard they implant neural chips, reinforce skeletal structures, and use behavioral control systems to manipulate one's actions!"

Across the room, Mom and Dad's expressions turned grim too. Dad pulled out his phone and dialed the academy. The administrator who picked up explained that this was just a standard residual reaction to "Deep Behavioral Conditioning" and that it would wear off in a few days. He promised, "Rest assured, Unit 1314 is currently our most outstanding graduate. He understands the mechanics of obedience better than any AI on the market. This is all completely within parameters." Dad hung up the phone and relayed the exact words to Mom. Mom nodded, and they both let out a sigh of relief.

“Wait. Where’s my phone?” {On the vanity table. Password is 69420.} I raised an eyebrow at the floating blue orb. “Your artificial intelligence is not blowing me away right now.” {Why do you say that?} “You kidnapped my soul, dropped me in a wolf movie, and forgot to give me the user manual. I’m staring at you with the power of a thousand disappointed mothers.” {There was a minor error, okay? Complete tasks and you’ll unlock Elena’s memories bit by bit. Happy?}