Mood Reader Novels & Stories

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"I've done nothing wrong. I agree to call off the engagement." Mark froze, completely taken aback. Then, a robotic voice echoed in my head, ‘The Thought Sharing feature has now been activated. Please choose who you want to share it with.’ Thought Sharing? The person I picked could hear Alice's thoughts, too? I looked at Mark, still in shock, and calmly touched my face. ‘I choose Mark.’ Right then, Alice's inner voice rang out again, just in time. 'Can you believe it? With just a little trick, Helen has given up on Mark all by herself?'

The examination room was silent except for the soft rustling of papers. The doctor looked up from Chloe's medical report before offering her a gentle smile. "Miss Anderson, your test results are back." Chloe sat nervously on the edge of the chair. "Is everything alright, Doctor?" "The good news is that you are in a good condition" Chloe frowned. "Then what is it?" The doctor folded his hands. "Based on your examination and the ultrasound, you're approximately four months pregnant."

Her voice struggled to be audible now and a lump slipped down her throat. "Who are you?" I asked. Silence pierced right through us as my eyes fell to her lips and hers stared right in my face. "I don't understand…” She pulled away from me but in that moment I knew she knew exactly what I meant. I’d said I could read through people and Hazel was the easiest for me to read. When you spend so much time looking at someone, you’d pick up on a few habits like the way their eyes flutter when they're holding something back. You’d notice their filler words or the lump that was always quick to slip down their throat.

I mumbled shooting her a sour look. “Your gift is more… unique if you will, deadly,” she says with a nod of her head. “Yes, I can just see people trembling at the sight of the deadly lie detector, how useful, I just mean if it's going to put a target on my back, in dark woods. I would have preferred, more” I exhaled.” I wiggle my fingers frowning “Not to mention that other people’s bad mood can affect me, who would want that? I'm an emotional sponge for other people's emotional baggage.” I roll my eyes fully annoyed now. Especially as I have an enormous amount of my own to sort out, come on.

Since no one understood the pain of the deaf and mute better than her, she nodded and agreed right away. On the way to work, Thomas talked to Jessica a lot about his app and she also shared some of her opinions. She hoped that the app could convert words to voice based on the punctuation marks that the user keyed in so that they could talk with different emotions. If it was just a flat mechanical voice, it would be no different than a reading machine. It should be able to convey a message in different tones such as anger, happiness, and sadness. It should communicate the common feelings of a human being.

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Kevin muttered, his voice raspy, filled with misery. The old Master AI Fitness Freak, now transformed into Kevin’s assistant, hovered at his side. Its lean, muscular frame now emitted a soft green glow, functioning as a "balanced nutrition guard." << MONITORING KEVIN'S NUTRIENT INTAKE. CALORIES: MET. PROTEIN: MET. CARBOHYDRATES: MET. EMOTIONS: HIGH DISCOMFORT. >> << SYSTEM SUGGESTION: CONSUME INDOMIE TO REDUCE EMOTIONAL DISCOMFORT. THIS WILL INCREASE YOUR WORK EFFICIENCY. >>

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“Okay, so, hypothetically, and I mean hypothetically, if someone had, say, a weird, semi-sentient interface that gives them missions, pop-ups, and life advice they didn’t ask for…” His expression didn’t change. “Gloss.” “…and maybe it occasionally gives… quests. For personal development.” Still blank stare. “And by personal development, I mean it might track emotions. And relationships. And health stats. And sleep patterns. And once tried to convince me to drink celery juice.” He blinked once. “You’re telling me you have an app that… stalks you?” I sighed. “Not an app. A system. It’s different.” “Different how?”