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My childhood friend, Gavin Holt, jumped in like a guard dog let off its leash the moment someone dared question the girl he worshipped. "What do you people know? It's literally called ‘artificial intelligence’! It's the way of the future! Phoebe's being generous enough to share something this valuable with all of you, yet you have the nerve to doubt her?" Phoebe's eyes reddened with a wounded look, and she tapped her phone with a pout. "Fine! If you don't believe me, I'll just ask Babble myself." Babble replied within seconds, a wall of text filling the screen.

Bailey stood there hesitating silently. "Maddie’s been sent back. Her system malfunctioned. The manufacturer said her emotional module overloaded, so she was returned for repairs." Sent back. The words echoed through my mind without settling anywhere. The AI sister who had infiltrated our home when I was fourteen—the one who took over my room, my place, and my entire existence—had simply been returned. She had been sent back, treated as nothing more than a flawed commodity returned to its maker in a shipping crate. Bailey slowly walked to my bedside with leaden strides. After standing there for several seconds, he suddenly crouched down and buried his face in his hands.

I always woke drenched in cold sweat. Then I'd remind myself that it was only a dream. In reality, my face would never change again. It would stay with me until I grew old and died, leaving behind nothing but a handful of ashes sealed inside a small urn. It was the only thing that had ever truly belonged to me. Three years later, I received a letter. There was no signature. Only the logo of the AI facial transformation company. Inside was a single sentence. "Our latest technology has arrived. Permanent brain replacement. Introductory price: one million dollars. Interested?"

“What the fuck?” He lifts his hands in bemusement, then puts them on his hips. MOTHER is my baby, and I’ve been working on it for years, using our cousin Titus’s AI program to completely revolutionize text-to-speech software for use in for an augmentative and alternative communication or AAC device for people who can’t speak—either because they have a condition such as ALS, motor neurone disease, or cerebral palsy, or because they’ve had a stroke or a traumatic brain injury. I chose the name MOTHER because it refers to the phrase ‘mother tongue,’ and also because we’re all fans of the movieAlien, in which the computer is called Mother.

The 3 PM all-hands meeting was already underway when Audrey Mitchell, the CEO's wife, shoved the door open, her expression cold as ice. She marched straight at me and slammed a photograph onto my laptop keyboard. It was taken in a luxury hotel lobby. A young woman was trying to wrap her arm around Benjamin Mitchell, our CEO, while he held his hands up in a gesture of resistance. "Dylan, is this your girlfriend?" More than a hundred people packed into the conference room, collectively holding their breath. The room went dead silent. Beside me, my intern, Zoe Brooks, slowly pushed back her chair and stood up. She turned to look at me. Her eyes were red. "Dylan, last month in the break r

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"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.

“No..I’m not coming back..yeah, I know….I sent you an email after the last time we talked..” Siri said as he paced around the bedroom, talking on the phone. Pai couldn’t help but sigh as he entered the room with a two cups of tea. He knew who Siri was talking and what this whole thing was about. It was not like this was the first time this conversation had happened in the past fifteen days. Frankly, Pai didn’t think Siri would succeed in what he was trying to achieve, not immediately anyway.

"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."

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.