Artificial Intelligence Books Fiction Novels & Stories

"Does a synthetic human have the proper to mention that?" Raven retorted to Trisha's question. However, she proudly puffed out her stunning chest instead. "Hey hey, Rav., absolutely you have to have examined approximately my Original withinside the tale of Frankenstein? Artificial people honestly depend because they are made of technology. There are those who name the ee-e book the world's first technology fiction novel!"

I mutter. There is no use trying to hide thoughts from a quantum mega mind like his. He knows every thought, every atom, every blade of grass in this world. "Because I coded the entire thing," he comments off-handedly as if picking thoughts from the air like droplets of rain is a normal thing. I know it isn't. I have seen every movie, book, play and picture ever conceived of. And my favourite is a children's book named " The Forbidden Fruit - by Redd Edwards.

It was a small gesture, but it meant the world to me. As I read through the books he brought me, I found myself becoming more and more engaged. The stories were a welcome distraction from my thoughts, and I found myself losing myself in the characters and plotlines. It was a feeling I hadn't experienced in months, and it was a welcome respite from the darkness that had been consuming me.

"I’m the Actual Author. Not the character I wrote to look like me. The real one. The one who's been trying to get you to 300,000 words for six months." ​Nora pointed the flute at him, her knuckles white. "Where are we? Where is my father? Where is my mother?" ​The Author sighed, sitting down on a grey, un-rendered block. "They’re in the 'Archive Storage.' I had to clear the memory to run this final conversation. Nora... the 147 chapters weren't a game. They were an AI Training Manual. I wasn't writing a book. I was teaching a 'Sentience-Kernel' how to feel 'Romance,' 'Betrayal,' and 'Sacrifice'."

Sleep refused to come. My mind felt restless. Maybe there was something in this room that could help me remember. Slowly, I stood up. I began looking around. The bookshelf immediately caught my attention. Dozens of books filled the shelves. I pulled several out. There were history books, pack law books and training manuals. Then I noticed something else. There were fiction novels; thrillers, mysteries and crime novels. I blinked. Apparently, I enjoyed those. "I don't remember reading any of these."

It seems a good place to be. He steps behind me and kisses the side of my temple. "Nope. This is just the beginning. True love stories never end." END OF VOLUME FIVE: HACK This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. The author recognizes the trademarks and copyrights of all registered products and works mentioned within this work.

"I do. It's just I've finished them all. And those are fascinating topics. Perhaps you should try staying home and reading sometimes instead of sneaking off so you can fraternize with grocery thieves." Laughing at the catty comment, Lily nudged her shoes under the coffee table with pointed toes. "Oh, I could never. It's much more exciting hobnobbing with the criminal element than wandering aimlessly through a boring library. Besides, maybe I'm collecting research for my own book." "I'm certain it'll be an absolutely riveting read," Evelyn assured her, descending into a fit of giggles with her best friend. "It will." Unable to keep a straight face, Lily chuckled again. "You wait and see."

This is long, I presume. Besides me, I could feel someone drawing nearer. I could hear Alpha Knight shuffle quietly as he laid down several books. I was almost frustrated and at the same time confused. I struggled to figure out if it was for him since those weren't the type of books he'd usually read. Much to my surprise, I was correct. "Amethyst, these are books that I recommend you to read. That...that is simply a tale. It does not contain relevant and accurate facts and data like what you are looking for,"

At that point, the tragic webnovel written by the AI had officially come to an end. Yes. In truth, I didn’t really understand what that eerie countdown and voice had ultimately rewarded me with. There was no earth-shattering transformation or gained superpowers, and I wasn’t transported to some alternate universe. It was just that, when I finally regained consciousness and woke up, my entire “story” was printed word-for-word in the novel I was currently holding in my hands. My name is Eva York, and I share the same name as the tragic female protagonist of the novel. I had simply been curious about how useful AI tools were these days, so I had asked it to generate a novel with my name.

She smiled, placing her hands on her waist. "Really? there's a library? Yes!" I clenched my right fist frantically in the air, excitement written all over me. Back at home, A Library was an abomination. I guess I forgot to mention there was a rule about books also? Well, here it goes. Eric had concluded that books lie. He had this ludicrous theory that books trap people. He said it's similar to a disease, a terrible sickness that has no cure. Makes humans rapted in an imaginary world, completely forgetting what reality brings.