Fiction Books About Artificial Intelligence Novels & Stories

She stepped inside, the scent of old books and mildew wrapping around her like bad memories. The place was as quiet as a wault, with rows of bookshelves stretching into the distance. A few scattered tables sat under flickering fluorescent lights, and the dust in the air felt thick enough to choke on. Leila found the history section and grabbed the book Tom had mentioned. Eduard Yellen’s "masterpiece" on German aristocracy and their ties to ancient power. It was thick, the kind of book that could double as a doorstop or a weapon, depending on circumstances. She flipped through the pages, her eyes scanning the boring content, but she wasn’t really reading. Her mind was elsewhere, piecing toget

I like taking my time, that way, I can get used to the idea of living with Xander. Sitting behind the counter in the bookstore, I listen to Vincent talking to his cars while I place an order for new books. One of those books is The Art of War by Sun Tsu. I want to read it and see why Alexei loves it so much. My thoughts turn to the BBQ, and I must admit, I enjoyed it a lot. And Rosemarie was right. Everyone seemed pretty normal. I don’t know what I expected. Maybe guns and men smoking cigars while plotting the end of the world?

I answered the questions easily and did my math by answering the problems first and then making the equation match the answers. When I finished, the sun was going down. I drank from my water bottle and contemplated sleeping up here and returning to my room early in the morning. Isabella wouldn’t care and probably wouldn’t notice my absence. I had just downloaded a book I wanted to read by Kevin Mitnick. It was called Ghost in the Wires and was about his hacking and being on the FBI’s most wanted list. I kicked back again and got comfortable. I read for three hours and it was the chill that made me pack my things to head back to the room. I needed my beauty sleep and if Isabella’s crew was st

Fabian’s company looked like it had stepped out of a sci-fi movie. It was a smart factory with a high level of artificial intelligence (AI) and cyber-physical systems. There were AI robots on the floor performing tasks that Amber had never even dreamt possible. One came up to them as soon as she and Fabian stepped into the lobby. It didn’t look humanoid though; the structure of the robot was fairly simple. It was basically a shiny silver shaft with a spherical camera at the top and long mechanical limbs. The thing moved on two wheels.

It shouldn't be less than five years. I wondered what would happen to my real body if I lived here for five years. Would I go back to the moment I fell asleep in my room if I finished my missions? I hoped it was like that. Meanwhile, the soldiers behind me were gossiping like neighbourhood aunties. "What is she doing with her fingers?" I was counting the time span of the novel. "I think that she's weaving a dark spell." Intelligence is also important for survival. Then again, jellyfishes don't have a brain because they don't need to process complex thoughts. Idiots aren't completely without hope in our big world.

The chapter ends as the vehicle veers into the industrial district, the warehouse looming ahead like a tomb waiting to be opened. The three of them sat in the back, silent, as the AI navigated the winding streets with a precision that was both beautiful and horrifying. They were moving toward the source, toward the "Heart" of the machine, where the legacy of Vance and Vanderwall would either be reborn or buried forever in the silicon and soil of the West African coast. The pressure was rising, the flow was uncontrolled, and for the first time in his life, Julian Vance wasn't sure if he wanted to win.

For the first time, Cathedra had someone who didn't cringe every time she opened her mouth to speak. So this is what having a friend feels like, huh? Cathedra thought to herself. One lunch break, while waiting for Diane underneath the tree, Cathedra was scribbling a draft of her first novel in her notebook. The novel contained the scenes she saw in the storybook, back in her kindergarten days. Since that day at kindergarten, she didn't tell anyone what she saw in the storybooks anymore. The thought of seeing things that other people couldn't still terrified her but she tried hard not to think about it by avoiding any book she can see other than school books and textbooks.

Calliope guided me upstairs. My opinion of Mr. Fernandez changed when I saw his bedroom. Though the walls were still so boring, no painting, photos or whatsoever, my heart was overwhelmed with joy when I saw shelves with plenty of books. I loved books so much, and I enjoyed reading them, especially about history. I scanned the titles, they were futuristic books. About space ships, galaxies, planets, and robots. There were also about travel, history, documentaries, philosophies and finance. I could tell that he was an intelligent man according to his book preferences.