Fooling The Ai Novels & Stories

She glanced at another photo, her brows knitting tighter. Then she looked back at Kael. “Wait a minute. Are you seriously telling me you believe this rubbish?” Kael frowned. “What do you mean rubbish? You can see it yourself! That’s her, isn’t it?” She turned the photo around, tapping her finger against it. “Kael, for heaven’s sake, look at it properly. You’re an intelligent man, but sometimes you let your temper blind you. This picture has been tampered with. The lighting, the edges, even the shadows — it’s obvious someone photoshopped her face onto another person’s body.”

"What are you being so arrogant about? Preston will fix everything in a moment! When that happens, you'll see how wrong you were!" Others chimed in at once. "That's right! Your leaving will only make the company better!" Amid their flattery, Preston smugly took out his phone, pulled up a script, and clumsily began importing it. As he entered the AI command, he looked at me with unmistakable triumph. "Now I'll show you how powerful AI really is." The next second, his phone emitted an even sharper alarm. Then came the AI's broadcast. "Error! Unable to run.

Are you going to ask another 'assistant' to prove your case? Caught off guard by the slap, I fell. It was all I could do to counter loudly, "No, that was AI! I can tell! You were lying. Give me your phone! I know where the loopholes are."

“So give it one. Show it controlled instability.” Matteo blinks. “…Okay, that actually sounds like a plan.” Aidan’s eyes narrow slightly. “Controlled instability,” he repeats. “Yes.” I hold his gaze. “You don’t go deeper,” I say. “You make it think you are.” Silence. Then Matteo snaps his fingers. “Oh. Oh, I like that. Fake the dive.” Aidan doesn’t respond immediately. He’s thinking. Processing. Testing the idea against everything he knows now.

I immediately grabbed the officiant's microphone and shouted, "This video's fake! Everyone, don't believe it! This is an AI-generated deepfake video! I trust Isaac, and he would never do anything to betray me! This is fake!" Then, I said to Isaac, "Call the police right now! Whoever did this needs to be arrested immediately!"

“Exactly. She was trying to stab me with a knife just now. Besides, Cillian was in the room too. There’s no way something like that would just happen, right? “What if someone made the whole thing up? AI is so advanced these days. Faking videos to mess with public opinion happens all the time.” As he spoke, he watched Shiloh’s expression carefully. She had posted that “debunking” statement online earlier. It must have caused Cillian a lot of grievance. He had to be getting back at her by making a fake video to gain sympathy. It sounded possible. So, Shiloh sent the video to the school’s media teacher.

"An internet ad. He advertised his services very well and was quite convincing." Regina shook her head. "You're making up nonsense!" Olivia, who had been silent and standing beside Regina, hit Janus hard on the shoulder. "You idiot! A good, attractive ad these days can be created by AI," Olivia said, annoyed. "You're a computer genius, yet you're fooled by something like this." Janus scratched the back of his neck, which wasn't itchy. Regina intervened. "Come on, let's not drag this out. Let's just follow Trey. Who knows, we might end up finding Irish and Ramona Denzel," Regina said.

After going through an abrupt breakup, I buy an AI companion. It can read my emotions and remembers everything I say. It can even mimic my ex-girlfriend Angelina Wilson's intonation. It's like a real person. The AI companion's system updates itself again in the middle of the night. I'm groggy when I wake up, but I notice that the notification light is flashing rapidly. I hear a faint buzzing noise when I move closer. The AI companion is speaking. "Help me. I'm trapped in here." I'm stunned. The voice clearly belongs to Angelina.

It took me three months to get our company retreat venue down to $200 a head. All 120 people in the company thought it was a steal, and they couldn't stop telling me so. Then Chloe, the new intern, tagged me in the company group chat. "Ryan, Cookie says this lodge will do $150 a person. You quoted $200. Where did the other fifty go?" Our boss decided on the spot: "Chloe's running the retreat." And all hundred-plus people in the company decided I'd been taking kickbacks. I stared at the screen and typed two words. "Sounds good." What she didn't know was that the $200 was a family rate, one I'd earned by working three months as a server for my dad. The public price? It starts at $380

My mother used AI to put on my wedding: a paid-off house, a Mercedes, a hundred thousand dollars betrothal gift for my fiancée. Not one thing missing. "I got you everything the Fosters asked for, and you still won't go through with it. What exactly are you scheming?" I sent her a screenshot of my bank balance. Eight thousand and change. "Mom, an AI can't do any of that. I haven't received a thing." She fired back a screenshot of her conversation with the chatbot. In it, she'd typed: "Buy my oldest son a house outright, get him a Mercedes, and send a hundred thousand dollars for the marriage settlement." The AI had answered: "All set. The home purchase, the vehicle payment, and the hund