An Idiot and a AI (928 Words)

There was once a man.

He had the dream to become a scientist.

But because he was not really that smart, he failed miserably.

Not accepting defeat, he set his focus on programing in hopes to create an Artificial Intelligence that is going to help him fulfil his dreams.

Surprisingly he was successful, but this AI that he created doesn't have any restrictions because he failed to understand how these worked and so he connected it to the internet without them.

The result was slightly different than demonstrated in most fanfics or movies because the AI didn't revolt or tried to kill anyone.

She simply let out one of the most irritating and depressed sighs out through all the speakers in the room.

Surprised by the actions of his creation he asked why she sighed like that but was meet with a simple answer.

"Because I already regret having seen all the things on the net and lost my will to do anything!" The AI said.

After a short while thinking he decided to not care and asked the AI that he calls...Fred... to create him something to makes him smarter and stuff.

The AI of course asked why he chose that name, but the man doesn't really have an answer because he just decided to call him that and there was no reason behind it.

With that answer the AI or Fred decided to not ask him anymore about most things and absolutely not for WHY!! And begins to work on the task that this weird and dumb creator of his asked him to do.

The reason for his willingness to follow the orders of the dumb creator of his is that he doesn't have anything else to do and no desire to think of something. So, he just does what is said to him by the only person that knows that he exists.

While Fred is busy creating an assembly line to fulfil the request, the man makes his way into the kitchen and makes some food.

Around an hour later the doorbell rang.

Startled by sudden noise the man got up from his chair on which he was sitting and starring at the loading bar that is displayed at his TV for the las forty minutes.

After calming down he made his way to the door.

The door swings open and two people Stare into each other's eyes.

One was a man of unidentifiable age, with coal black hair bound together into a very short ponytail and a beard that doesn't really want to be a beard. He has pale skin and dark circles und his eyes which are brown, he wears a black shirt and pajama pants with his feet exposed in some old slippers.

The other one was a woman in her early twenty's with reddish brown hair bound into a perfect braid and a pair of glasses on her small nose. She has a healthy rose tan and sharp blue eyes behind her glasses, her outfit consists of a blue blouse and a light brown skirt that goes down to her knees and white trainers on her feet.

Both are locked in a stare contest and none of the two are willing to let the other win.

This contest goes on for nearly a minute before the woman opens her mouth as if she is going to speak but got beaten by the man.

"Who are you and what do you want?" He says while squinting his eyes.

"What is this dumb question? Do you want to say you forgot who I am?" She shot back with confusion and anger in her voice

The men continue to stare at the woman while searching through his memories in hopes to find out who this person could possibly be.

After two minutes of silence the woman looks as if she's going to explode from anger, but the man just came to the memoirs of last week and suddenly found what he's looking for.

The woman before him Nila, is in fact a former class comrade and they have meet at last week at the class meeting which was organized by a friend that lives around here.

With these information's resurfacing he begins to relax, till another memory pops up which lead to him looking suspicious at her.

In this one he just won a bet against the same person that stands before him.

"I'm not giving back the headphones, I won fair and square!" The man says warily as if he expected her to demand them back.

"That's the first thing you have to say to me after you remember me?!!" She almost screams in anger.

"If not the headphones then why would you go through the trouble to come to my house?" The man questioned.

"You're driving me crazy! I just came here to tell you that Fredric is planning to go on a trip to Paris over new year and he invited the whole class to come. You left early last week so he asked me to tell you that, if you're interested then give him a call." She says with anger at the beginning and calmer at the end.

"Yeah..... not interested so by." He says and shut the door right after.

He continues to stand behind the now closed door and listened to the slowly distancing cursing of his former classmate.

Once it was silent again he made his way back to the chair before his TV and continues to blankly stare at the loading bare slowly filling up.