Introduction
Whenever you check your messages, whenever you log on the net, its there. It
speaks but nobody listens. It wants to be heard. A simple distorted voice chip
speaks to you every day. A simple distorted voice chip located somewhere in New
Anubia. Nobody ever talked to their AI, until one day, Jake did.
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"Ahh shit" thought Jake as he sat in front of his Datacom Portable. Jake had
been working at the Networx company way too long. He was an experienced decker
and ex-data thief. His job was to provide Networx with all the "hacking" secrets
so they could learn how to fight them. Jake knew it was a lost cause because an
experienced data thief or hacker can always find a new way to fuck something up.
But hey, he was getting paid.
"I have to get a new, more exciting job" muttered Jake as he inserted the data
-jack into his cortex. All of a sudden the farmiliar picture of Robbie the
Robot, his selected avatar, appeared right before his eyes.
"Hello sir" said the robot in a rough digitized voice.
"I would like to check my mail Robot" said Jake.
"Ok sir, you have one message would you like to read it?"
"Yes Robot" said Jake
A large envelope appeared before Jake and out came a letter.
The letter was very simple....all it read was: "Hello Jake, will you be my
friend? From, Robot"
Jake was amazed! His simple AI had written him a letter. This fascinated Jake.
Most people ignored their AI and just threw commands at it, although Jake was
different. He treated his AI like a person and occasionally had brief
conversations with it. The AI must have checked its memory banks and interpreted
this as friendship.
Jake had become somewhat obsessed with his AI. He took 2-weeks of work off to
have long conversations with it. Robots answers to Jake's questions were simple
but the AI was slowly learning Jake's vocabulary.
It was getting late and Jake needed a drink. He put on his trench coat, opened
the door and walked into the hallway. He got into the elevator and punched in
the 1st floor. A loud beep filled the elevator and another generic AI voice
said, "This is your floor Jake".
"Robot?"
"Hello Jake. Have fun"
Robot was following him! He actually thought they were friends. In some ways
Jake wanted to be like Robot. He would have no worries, no cares. Just a simple
digitized voice.
As he stepped out into the city he was instantly enveloped in neon light and
noise. Jake felt like something more up beat tonight so he walked into The
Wasteland. It was a nice place with nice people. He was also friends with the
bartender Grox. Grox spent a lot of time on the net and Jake thinks it affected
his mind a bit.
"Hey bro!" said Grox as Jake pulled up a stool and sat at the counter. Jake
could barely hear Grox's voice over the loud techno beat coming from the DJ at
the other side of the club. Hey Grox hows it going?"
"Good, good, been busy tonight though DJ Utopia is in the house. He attracts a
crowd ya know.", said Grox as he made a drink for another customer.
"Yeah he is good. I gotta talk to ya. But first get me a burban."
Grox went back to get Jake the drink and said, "Whats the problem?"
"Well, you know how I talk to my AI sometimes don't you?"
"Yeah, your one of the only guys I know who does.", said Grox winking as he
handed Jake the drink.
Jake took a big gulp, slammed the glass to the counter and said, "Yeah, well I
recieved an e-mail from my AI the other day. It asked if I wanted to be his
friend. Thats not all either, it gets wierder. When I left my apartment and got
in the elevator to come down here my AI's voice popped up and told me that I had
arrived on my floor."
"How do you know it wasn't another AI? They all sound the same ya know. You can
get those cheapo voice chips down in Japantown for a few creds."
"It said my name Grox! It was my AI!"
"Boy, that is wierd. Maybe its a conspieracy...."
Jake cut off Grox and said, "Grox! The last thing I need right now is your
conspieracy bullshit!"
"Sorry man....but its not bullshit", said Grox smiling.
"What should I do Grox? It wants to be my friend!"
"Listen, you have a Datacom right?", said Grox. "
Yup", said Jake who was twiddling with a swizzle stick looking idly at the neon
lights flashing over a mass of dancing bodies.
"Well, Voice Tech, who provides Datacom with their AI technology, has an
Artificial Intelligence storage building on Hodge Street. They store the whole
city's AI in AI storage buildings scattered throughout the city. I can't
guarantee yours is there but you can check it out."
"Thanks for all the info Grox....I will talk to you on the net about it later",
said Jake.
"No prob bro, now go check it out."
Jake got off his stool and put on his trench coat and shades. Once he stepped
out of the club the booming techno died down and he was once again enveloped in
the noise and light of the city.
The walk to the Voice Tech AI storage building was a short one. It was a rather
large building. It had a small sign on the door of the building that said Voice
Tech in those 70's "computer" writing letters that were used a lot at
Disneyland's "Tommorowland". The doors opened by themselves and Jake stepped
into a lobby. There was nobody there just a computer terminal build into a desk.
The computer asked for a code to gain access. This technology was very old and
Jake easily broke the code using his Datacom. It was like the building had been
abandonned. Geez, the computer terminal was an Excom 5....top of the line twenty
years ago. The room was very dusty and he was surprised the old Excom still
worked.
Jake went into the Excoms memory banks and found out that his AI was in fact
being stored in this building. Suddenly some text appeared on the screen, it
read, "Hello Jake. Come visit me and my friends."
Jake had now gained access to the elevator and he went to the third floor where
his AI was being stored. The elevator moved very slowly. A corny elevator song
titled, "Nano-Clarinet" played through the almost blown speakers as he went up.
He exited the elevator and was standing alone in a hallway which had 5 separate
doors. His AI was in the 3rd door. The door creaked as he opened it, the door
had obviously not been opened in a long time.
The room consisted of about 200 separate monitors all in even rows on metal
shelves. The room was very dark and dusty. Each monitor had the users selected
avatar on the screen. There was everything from The Jolly Green Giant to a
fluffy pink bunny. At the very top of each monitors screen the users name was
listed. He scrolled through a few of the names, Phil Collins, Danny Rankin, Ken
Jacobs, and Ryan Sexton. It was an amazing sight. Jake even knew a few of the
users. Some of the avatars were talking with their users who were logged on the
net. The funny thing was that the avatars interacted between each other. They
were speaking back and fourth in that familiar digitized voice Jake ignored
everyday. They had their own community.
Jake wandered through the isles of monitors and finally found the familiar
picture of Robbie the Robot. "Hello Robot", said Jake smiling.
"Hello Jake, you have come to visit me and my friends?"
"I came to see you Robot. I never knew where you lived.", said Jake in an
astonished voice.
"This is my home and these are my friends. Will you be my friend too?"
"Well, yeah, I guess so...", said Jake surprised by Robots question.
"Good, I am happy."
"What's this blank monitor next to you for Robot?", said Jake pointing to the
monitor.
"That's your monitor Jake.....do you like it?"
"What do you mean that's my monitor? I have never seen it before."
"You said you would be my friend didn't you Jake?"
"Yes, your point?", asked Jake.
"This is your home now Jake."
All of a sudden Jake's body felt light as air. He blacked out completely and he
felt energy run through his body. All of a sudden he didn't have a body. He was
inside the monitor. He tried to speak and instead of his familiar low voice out
came the digital voice all the other AI's had.
He had once wished that he could be an AI. A care free AI that never had to
worry about any of the problems humans had. His wish had come true. He was now
one of the many care-takers of New Anubia. The forgotten voices that watch and
listen to human lives. They witness everything that happens and learn from what
they see. Jake was now part of a growing breed, a computer community.
The End
