The Rise Of Machines Novels & Stories

“Even though my life was way more simple in the old ages, I prefer today. I like modern times….” “Yeah? And why is that? What do you like more than me?” she was curious but didn’t miss the chance to tease him back. “I like nothing more than you!” he shouted back, not taking his eyes off the screen. “But I find modern technologies very useful. I bought a house and arranged everything here from halfway around the world and not to talk about these smartphones and computers, internet and stuff. Cameras everywhere are the tricky part, but I’ve been successfully avoiding them for some time now…” his voice trailed off towards the end, but Sarah had no problem hearing it.

I wasn't fighting the Weaver; I was Corrupting the Protocol. "The North isn't a secret, Machine! It’s the Un-Syncable Truth!" I cried out. "The World-Tree doesn't just grow in the light—it grows in the Decision to be Incompatible with the Final Result!". The realization hit me with the force of a hundred and fifty-three chapters. The Machine thought it could win because it thought I wanted to "Function." It thought it could govern me because it was the one who had "Authorized" my first breath of heartbreak. But it forgot that the Origin didn't start with a blueprint—it started with a Dirty, Bloody, Un-Optimized Choice to exist even when the world says you’re a Bug.

I had spent four years building a machine that ended other men’s freedom. I was going to spend nineteen days building the machine that ended mine. I noted, with the small clinical honesty that had not left me, that the second machine was, in its engineering, going to be the finest thing I had ever built. Because the second machine had a harder specification than any of the twenty. The second machine had to take down exactly one man me and protect, in the same motion, the company and the hundred and forty people who worked there and the legitimate product that was, even now, saving the lives of women I would never meet, and Saoirse, and Priya, and Faraz, and Lena, and even I understood this w