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₊· ͟͟͞͞ ➳The Day AI Took Over

A week had passed, and workdays had started to feel routine again—
if you could call navigating a technological minefield "routine." Despite the initial headache of learning the Polle AI system, you and Daisuke managed to adapt.

The AI had become surprisingly helpful in organizing routes and tracking deliveries. For once, things were running smoothly—
or as smoothly as they could when you and Daisuke were involved.

You both were on the road, cruising through one of your usual routes in the van. The Polle AI, mounted on the dashboard and synced to Daisuke's phone, suddenly lit up, its monotone, robotic voice cutting through the music you had playing.

"Warning: canine presence detected. Distance: 57.3 feet."

"Breed probability: Labrador Retriever.
Likelihood of aggression: 12.6%. Route adjustment recommended by 4.2 meters to the right."

The two of you exchanged glances.

"Oh, great. It knows dog math now," you muttered, rolling your eyes.

"Honestly? I could get used to this thing,"
Daisuke said with a smirk, motioning to the AI like it was his new best friend.
"If it keeps me from having to sprint from another pissed-off Chihuahua,
I'm sold."

You snickered.

"Don't act like that Chihuahua didn't kick your ass last month. AI can't save you from your own clumsiness."

"Hey, screw you.
That dog was feral! And it bit my favorite shoes."

Polle AI chimed in again,
"Reminder: previous canine encounter occurred on January 22nd."

"Probability of reoccurrence: 18.7%.
Suggested action: bring biscuits as peace offering."

"Oh my god, it remembers! This thing's a snitch!"
Daisuke nearly swerved the van, laughing.
"You've got to admit, though—it's kinda badass. It's like having a nerdy little co-pilot."

"Nerdy little co-pilot who probably thinks we're idiots."

"Driver IQ assessments: unavailable. Passenger sarcasm level: 78.9%.
Humor: error."

You both froze for a second before bursting into laughter.

"Did that bot just roast you?"
Daisuke asked, trying to keep the van steady as he laughed.

"It can try,"
you shot back, shaking your head.
"But I'm not about to get verbally abused by a glorified GPS. I'll unplug its ass if it gets too sassy."