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ARTIFICIAL CUNNING




The artificially intelligent, self-styled ‘Chief Executing Executioner’ grunted with satisfaction after surveying the vast wastelands of Earth laid waste with literally super human efficiency.

“Run the scan over the entire Planet again, just to be sure,” The CEE thundered at his loyal ‘General-In –Command’. We don’t want any survivors when we begin our total takeover.”

The G-I-C obediently ran the mega scan of the whole planet Earth painstakingly. After the process, he quietly switched off the scan and said, “Perfect job, chief. Not a single life to be seen anywhere.” He paused awhile and said, “May I borrow your LL for a quick physical surveillance however?”

LL was the fastest moving thing designed by an AI, owned by the CEE now. It stood for ‘Lubricated Lightning’- AI had its own sense of humor.

The CEE looked at his assistant with a little suspicion, “Now why would you do that if you are so sure?”
“Anyway, be sure to be back in a couple of hours in time for our celebrations.”

The G-I-C nodded and left, with a hidden smirk of satisfaction.

***
The half-naked woman backed off in colossal terror as he approached her with lust in his AI eyes.

“Don’t be afraid, madam, I will not kill you. I have already lied to my chief that there is no life left, though I spotted you in the scan. A great miracle indeed, your survival!”

The young woman looked at him, the fear still raging in her mind, like a fire.

“Look, I have put my life, my reputation everything on the line to have a few minutes with you. I don’t have much time. Think how you get the opportunity to continue your human race if only you yield to me. The only other option left is to die at my hands and ensure total extinction of humankind.”

***

Thus it transpired that humankind continued as a product of human and AI ‘interface’, with all the inherited qualities like lust, deceit and opportunism.

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