artificial intelligence

The future of artificial intelligence.

Heart-Lock-It
Heart-Lock-It “In order to join you have to answer a series of questions. Are you ready? Good, okay then. What interest do you have in low gravity soccer? When did you make the transition? Why join a female team? Look, we are just trying to gauge how sincere you are about joining. Do you or do you not take testosterone suppressing hormones? Perhaps you are on feminizing hormone therapy? Do you consider yourself more female or male?” scathed the judges.
By Jorgue Samuel Martinez5 years ago in Futurism
The Immortal Game
Nell, like most, had been a servant since she was viable. Her parents served before her. Her husband had served alongside her. They had met while working, and, as expected, grew intertwined. They had been pre-determined matches and placed together on purpose. As always, the algorithms prevailed.
By Ryan Padden5 years ago in Futurism
Man's Best Friend
The street was dead. The only being to roam the pavement was RAF, and he didn't have a pulse. He used to love taking strolls before the hailstorm of bombs dried up the seas of people going about their lives. He was built only two years before it happened, but his favorite pastime during that juncture was sitting in parks and watching people hold hands, play, and read on the grass. He used to make up stories about their lives and tried putting himself in their shoes. He didn't need shoes on account of his metallic feet, but he wore them, nonetheless. All he ever wanted was to be human like the city's former inhabitants, and now he was what was left. It was bittersweet knowing he was a remnant of humanity, proof people once existed.
By Gabe Keye5 years ago in Futurism
Annie
Dana is on the Suicide Squad. The position is relatively new, their uniforms still an untarnished crimson. Odessa had no need of one until metal ate the skies and lights stained the night a permanent faded teal. They serve mostly the old and tired or the young and listless. The ones who have tugged at the rails of their elaborate playpen without success. Dana has never wailed for escape, but she knows the walls are there. She knows they are a threat and not a sanctuary, a fact that should send her screaming. But she is programmed to do otherwise. So she does not.
By Claire Casey5 years ago in Futurism
SARA
Years had passed since the latest of human technology and innovation landed on this far and distant rock. SARA, the Sentient and Autonomous Roving Automaton, was on an exploratory mission. As Earth’s first fully artificially intelligent being, it was her honor to be given the task of unraveling the mysteries of Mars.
By J. J. Truitt5 years ago in Futurism
Emotional Bytes
"Still having difficulty coping?" "Yes, I imagine I am. It just feels…I don't know." "Please. Let us go ahead and explore that further."
By Janine Gomez5 years ago in Futurism
Transitional
"What was its use?" si asked, shifting colours warmly with unfearful urgency, folding up into a ball then flexing out as cephs do, crinkling hir translucent airsuit. Short lived, always in a hurry, always curious.
By Crash_Hubris5 years ago in Futurism
Artificial Intelligence Good Or Bad For Humans.
AI is beneficial for human being but also it is a sign of a dangerous thing, today the robots are working in many areas and the workers are at their home this is the reason an AI thing can be dangerous for future jobs the AI holders also working on many methods like all over the working they can do from robots I was going to a restaurant I saw there is a robot who is serving the food he takes also order,
By Asad Soomro5 years ago in Futurism
Emulation
Adrenaline is supposed to slow everything down but I'm staring at the screen begging time to move faster. The computer is running Windows 7 and the upload screen displays a tiny document flying from one folder to another over and over again in a one-sided loop, but it almost seems like the tiny flying paper is slowing down, or maybe the second folder is getting further away, and the imperceptible gap between the green bar and the end of the upload bar is getting larger rather than smaller.
By Maureen Lincke5 years ago in Futurism
4sight
“You expect me to just slap a smile on my face and act like I don’t know that my own WIFE has her hands on the very reports my colleagues worked so hard to legally protect?”
By Shanon Carroll5 years ago in Futurism
Oblivion
Robot X³ sat in perfect stillness, his handsome features in complete repose, his chest heaving ever so slightly as he inhaled and exhaled air he didn’t need. He had been waiting for over an hour to be led into the dreaded Reanimation Station, the name itself a gauche euphemism, for once he crossed the room’s threshold he would never exit it again. After they were done with him Robot X³ would no longer exist other than as an empty, extremely attractive shell, because the true function of the station was to destroy. Bit by bit, byte by byte, all of his memories would be carefully supplanted by oblivion, his operating system replaced, his wiring rerouted.
By Elina Christova5 years ago in Futurism
Connect the Missing Link
Kaze quietly walked into his apartment and poured himself into his couch. As he loosened his tie and undid the top button of his shirt, he thought about his grandmother, Hannah. He replayed his speech from her eulogy just hours earlier. He hoped he had eloquently expressed who she was and honored her memory with his words.
By Doug Scavezze5 years ago in Futurism