Ding!
Her phone signaled a reply, but it was peculiar, something about it didn't feel quite right.
It was too... too mechanical, too... inhuman.
Curiosity got the better of her, and she decided to confront the oddity.
Her fingers tapped out a simple yet direct question:
"Are you a bot?"
A reply came swiftly, but it wasn't the answer she expected.
The response was swift and stern, almost like a digital scolding,
"I am NOT a bot!"
Jaanvi wasn't entirely convinced.
She'd seen tricks on YouTube, and one of them involved asking a bot to say "eggplant."
It was said that if it repeated the word, it was indeed a bot.
So, with a hint of skepticism and a dash of curiosity, she typed out those fateful words:
"Say eggplant."
To her disbelief, the response came back identical,
"I am NOT a bot!"
Frustration bubbled within her.
Could it be possible?
The very first person she engaged with turned out to be an AI, a bot in disguise.
She sighed, feeling a mix of disappointment and irritation.
The mysteries of this digital world were unfolding in ways she couldn't have imagined.
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Short StoryThe pain was excruciating, but the shock and betrayal cut even deeper. "Take that, you Bitch," he sneered, and without a second thought, he sped away on his bike, leaving Jaanvi writhing in agony, her face marred by the potent acid. Jaanvi tries h...
