Who was he?
It didn't matter. This was a game. He liked games. He was on a secret mission, to find a man named-- No. He didn't have to find the man. Only hear the name. Then he would press the button on his belly.
He peered down at the metal that made up his torso. This must be a game where you play as a robot, he thought. Those were always good. At least, he sensed they were. Right now he couldn't quite remember any of them.
Clump-clmp. Clump-clmp.
One of his legs was shorter than the other. In fact, all of his body parts were mismatched. It reminded him of some old science fiction story about a monster. But at this point, the name didn't come to him.
It didn't matter. All he had to do was listen out for the name, then press the button. That would be the end of his mission. The end of the game.
Clump-clmp. Clump-clmp. Clump-clmp.
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Artificial(ish) Intelligence
Science FictionIt's the near future and Will, supported purely by the Universal Basic Income, spends his days playing video games while devouring piping hot noodles, delivered straight to his room by roaming DeliveryBots. Gamers are starving to death, but Will's...
