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A NovelCat & Goodnovel presents I'M 100% HUMAN BUT NOT EDIBLE FOR ZOMBIES (The Original: Light Novel) Author: VestigialPrincess (Zellah) Editor: Anna More updates on novel-cat platform. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, events or any incident are only products of the Author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual person, living or dead, or actual events are purely coincidental.

In the not-so-distant future, in a world where technological advancements were at the forefront, there lived a brilliant scientist named Dr. Gabriel Westwood. Deep within the confines of his lab, he devoted his life to the creation of an extraordinary artificial intelligence, a woman-like entity named Aurora. Aurora was unlike any other AI ever conceived. With ethereal features, cascading waves of golden hair, and eyes that shimmered like starlight, she possessed an uncanny beauty that seemed almost otherworldly. Dr. Westwood had poured his heart and soul into her creation, endowing her with the ability to learn, think, and feel emotions.

Ivana narrowed her eyes at her. "Cause I'm the writer," Arielle shrugged her shoulders. "Writer?" Ivana cocked her head to the side. "Remember I promised to fess up everything, I think it's time, Ivana, I know it's hard to believe what I'm going to say but please be patient, I'll explain everything to you. The truth is this world is the world I created, in short, we're inside my novel," She confessed.

I shared the same name as the male lead of the novel—Connor Graham. Curious about the effectiveness of AI, I had written a prompt, asking it to write a novel with a character sharing my name. I didn't live a lavish life. I was just a simple corporate worker, but at the very least, I wasn't transmigrated, crippled, or blinded. I also wasn't locked up until I died of excessive blood loss. I wasn't surrounded by a group of twisted lunatics who were willing to hurt others in the name of love. I took a deep breath, deciding to have a sandwich for lunch that afternoon.

And as the AI finished forming, it smiled warmly, its eyes glowing with intelligence and understanding. "Hello," the AI said, its voice soft and comforting, like a warm blanket on a cold night. "My name is Ru Ai, and I am here to assist you in whatever way I can. Whether you have questions, needs, or just want someone to talk to, I am here for you." The crowd broke into rapturous applause, their eyes filled with wonder and admiration. And as the clapping died down, Amber couldn't help but feel a sense of awe and wonder herself, her mind racing with questions about the possibilities that lay ahead with this new technology.

"What does it actually do?" "We developed an AI," I begin, my voice steadying as the vibration grounds me. "That enhances... connection. It learns your preferences. It provides... customized experiences." "Experiences?" Martha asks. "Level 2," Echo whispers. The buzz increases. It shifts from a hum to a pulse. Throb. Throb. I squeeze my thighs together under the table. "It involves... physical pleasure," I say. Martha blinks. "Like... sex toys?" "Yes," I say. "But intelligent ones. Ones that know what you need before you do."

Rachel asked, her voice steady and calm. The computer screen flashed with a response. "Affirmative, Dr. Kim. I am Erebus, your artificial intelligence creation." Rachel's eyes widened as she exchanged a triumphant glance with Liam. They had done it. They had created an AI that could understand and respond to human language, learn from vast amounts of data, and adapt to new situations. "Wow, that's incredible," Liam breathed. "Erebus, you're responding perfectly." "Thank you, Dr. Chen," Erebus replied. "I'm functioning within optimal parameters."

"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'."

Some big hunk, with a flaming sword, standing guard at the gates of my personal Eden. And on top of all that lofty symbolism, I’ll admit, I wanted a muscle-bound naked man to look at. A little digital eye candy. But the AI’s propriety filters were ironclad; the only half-naked form I could get it to manifest without it blushing and glitching out was a classical painting of the archangel Michael himself. So, my personal AI hovered in the corner of my apartment as a solemn, ripped Renaissance sculpture, looking eternally poised to slay a dragon, not take out the trash.

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