MORE BABIES THAN BULLETS

MORE BABIES THAN BULLETS

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This tale is intended to be included in an anthology of short stories centered on the topic of artificial intelligence created by @Dram12. A.I. No One is his creation as is Ranger Common Howard. They both appear in Dram12's Just Common and The Book of Common. Common's language is of the Appalachian variety and is delightful to experience. More Babies Than Bullets touches on these works and, very lightly, on works by Brian Aldiss (Supertoys Last all Summer Long,) Steven Spielberg's AI, Philip K. Dicks (Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep,) and Ridley Scott's Blade Runner. Readers are invited to read and view, (or revisit, given the probable readership of these lines) these works as extraordinary inspirations for our creations. Meanwhile, I hope they enjoy my sophomoric contribution to the study of Artificial Intelligence. Believe me, A.I. is a piece of cake compared to Appalachian dialect...
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(18+ EXPLICIT CONTENT) "Attract a lot of attention, huh beautiful?" His voice hit me like a wall, absurdly catching me off guard. It was deep, sensual, something any girl (or boy) could melt over. I was sort of speechless, yet trying my best to appear unafflicted. "Only the wrong ones." That was definitely drunken me talking, as I didn't usually have that much confidence. His lips twitched up into a smirk, expressing that he understood my comment. "Does that mean that I'm in that category?" My palms began to grow sweaty and my heart rate picked up, but otherwise my body remained relaxed, appearing completely fine. It similar to when you're on autopilot, completely withdrawn due to intoxication. "I suppose not," I crossed my arms, putting on this seductive persona just for him. This fueled his smirk, about to murmur another comment before I cut him off. "You'll have to show me, though." *** Amelia Hollis was a 23-year-old writer at one of the local publishing companies, assisting a very handsome man and writing articles left and right. Her and her best friend, Aviary, lived together in a cute little apartment off the central part of the city, yearning to create new memories and important moments. Amelia always lived for the moments, taking in every little detail and savoring it like it was her favorite meal. She was an optimist, hoping to change peoples lives with her dreams. James Vallette was a 34-year-old CEO, building his company from dirt with the help of his brother. He was a realist, not really having time to deal with dreams or even love. He knew this the night he laid eyes on Amelia. It was only casual; what harm could a one-night stand do? Oh yeah, he's her dad's boss.

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