OOGLE. It reads. The neon sign of ‘G’ has stopped working. The boy went in. The girl following. Hunter's instinct in their brain and body language.
Skeletons. Lots and lots and lots of skeletons. Some sitting on chairs, some sprawled on the floor. All having a hole in front of their forehead.
The sister wiped dust off a plastic leaf. Then put it in the mouth and chewed. Immediately she spat it out.
The elevator opened with a ding. They walked over and stepped in. The elevator door slided closed behind them.
Five seconds, crazy dance in the elevator and a lot of screaming later, the elevator door slided open. They hurriedly stepped out. Looking around frantically.
Then they stopped. A skeleton. Sitting behind a mahogany desk, once rich and polished, now moss-covered. They saw the identical bullet hole in front of the forehead of this skeleton too.
“Welcome again, humans,” a soft female voice resonated from nowhere, “I am AI. How can I help you?”
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Artificial Intelligence
Science FictionWhat do you think will happen in future? Like, after thousands of years? If we put the fate of our world in the hand of an Artificial Intelligence? Will we thrive? Or will the Stone Age begin again? What do you think? A short story. Word count 1000...