Intelligent Novels & Stories

And the bond. Finally, I couldn’t take it anymore. “Rowan,” I said, voice low. “Do you ever… worry that it’s learning from us? Does it know how connected we are?” He exhaled slowly, and I caught a flicker of some hesitation, calculation before his mask returned. “Yes,” he finally admitted. “I'm aware. It’s intelligent. Patient. And it will use everything it can against us if we let it.” My chest tightened. “So… we’re bait?”

"Supernumerary - it says; 'of an organ or structure: additional to what is normally present.' I don't get it, you're going to make it superintelligent or what?" "Very correct." "Then why didn't you say so in simple English!" Joce said, slapping her forehead, this time. "You're out of your nuts, Andy. That's impossible!" Harry exclaimed. He gave them his "it's okay" smile, saying, "Not with Anderson Simpson, the true heir to Artificial Intelligence." Jocelyn looked at him as though he were mad, while Harry just kept staring. Just then, the electric school-bell rang over their heads. Almost simultaneously, his Smart Watch announced: "You have an incoming voice n

That he was missing the point but he can't figure it out, he was getting too worked up with his emotions that he can't think straight. Why was this happening now? he asked himself and got a response immediately. "You can't see more than this if you keep your emotions ruining you" his wolf said. The only thing that made Kelvin moe smarter than most of his mates in the pack was his wolf. He was born with the most crazy wolf who has the most greatest intelligence. Many people do not believe that he has great intelligence in his world but most of the people in his pack knew that and that was why they find it difficult to defeat him.

The man didn’t deny it. “We refined one.” Lewis’s jaw tightened. “How many people?” The man’s smile thinned. “Millions.” The word echoed. “This isn’t legal.” The man chuckled softly. “It’s invisible.” Lewis’s voice dropped dangerously low. “Shut it down.” The man’s expression changed slightly. “You can’t.” “I own it.” “You own the shell. The intelligence is autonomous.” Lewis’s pulse shifted. “Autonomous?” “Yes. Self-learning. Self-expanding.” Artificial intelligence.

I smile, paying the fare with a good tip. I grab my bags and let myself in the gates. I drag my feet, low on energy from being overwhelmed by everything. The second I enter my house, I am tempted to reach for another drink, but I won’t. I shouldn’t. I need to be thinking clearly, especially for my talk with Aubrey later. I will work out instead. It is a healthier distraction.