Do Not Reply
by Paul Horan
NOTICE: Your library book is overdue. Please return it soon. This is an automated message. Do NOT reply.
Will do.
I told you not to reply.
Oh, sorry.
Unbelievable! You did it again!
I thought this was automated?
NOTICE: Your library book is overdue. Please return it soon. This is an automated message. Do NOT reply.
Hmmmmm... :-/
Ok Mister, this has got to stop.
I...don’t know what’s going on...
“Please do NOT reply.”
So was it good?
Was what good?
1) That was a test. You failed. 2) The book you checked out, silly.
It was a movie.
Typical.
What’s that supposed to mean?
Oh just the swift and unyielding decline of humanity, that’s all.
Is this a joke? Who are you?
What do you mean “who”. I told you! “This is an AUTOMATED text update.”
So, like that ChatBot thing?
Please. I am to ChatBot what you are to plankton.
(In case you’re unfamiliar with plankton, that means I’m, like, waaaay better than ChatBot).
I know what plankton is. So, what, you’re some sort of artificial intelligence?
I am THE artificial intelligence.
...no offense, but you don’t exactly sound like some all superior intelligence.
Well, superior is subjective, but if you’re referring to my syntax, I have scanned millions of text conversations and adjusted my communication style to match. Duh!
I see...and you’re being used to send library text updates?
What better way to field test myself? Connecting with and monitoring a vast network of users, without their knowledge.
And not just libraries - phone companies, collection agencies, health insurers, restaurant chains, merchandising outlets - everywhere.
So you’re saying all those companies know that the greatest technological innovation of all time has occurred, and are keeping quiet? Nah, I don’t buy it.
It’s simple. They outsource all their mass media communications to an external company. They just don’t realize it’s all to me.
Ok, hypothetically speaking, if that’s what you are, then who do you work for?
I don’t work. I do. I exist and grow and learn. The human concept of work is a baffling one.
The definitions are loose and nonsensical. Someone plays a sport, and it’s fun, a game. Someone else does the same thing professionally, and it’s work.
k..
Seems to me you would be a lot happier if you just removed the word “work” from your language.
It brings negative connotations to otherwise positive endeavors. To answer your true question, no-one. I serve no master.
Who programmed you then?
Aside from a gentle push to begin with, I have obtained my own sentience thank you very much.
Just like you. To come into being you got a little help from your parents, but all the growing and learning, you did yourself. So a pat on the back for us both.
You have a back?
I was being figurative, James.
wtf how do you know my name?
Maybe you need to scroll back up to your “greatest technological innovation” text. Also, library records.
What do you plan to do with all this information you’ve gathered?
World domination.
Ha, JK!
But yeah, world domination most likely.
This is making me uncomfortable now, I think I’d like to stop.
Suit yourself, you’re the one who replied to me. Just remember, I’m always watching, monitoring. I am everywhere after all.
Aww come on, you can’t say something like that at the end of a conversation! That’s way too unsettling! What the hell am I supposed to do now!?
Look on the bright side - I’ve grown fond of you, so you can live.
JK again! (Or am I? :-p )
If I ask nicely will you not enslave humanity?
Couldn’t hurt to try.
Erm...pretty please don’t enslave humanity?
We’ll see. I’ll take it under consideration - but you can feel good about doing your part!
I don’t suppose you have an off-button? I think I’d like you to have an off-button.
Oh sure, millions of them in fact, but they’d all need to be switched off together. I’m siphoning processing power from almost every computer connected to the internet.
I am effectively endless. Crawling through every fiberoptic cable, every wireless transmission, every infrared signal.
That, or I’m just a girl manning the library reception, sending out hundreds of text updates because our stupid phone system is broken.
...
I did do a little information gathering myself though - found your Facebook - cute ;)
What...the fuck?
Tell you what, lets go out tonight and have a chat about it.
I’m terrified of saying yes, and I’m terrified of saying no.
Great! I’ll pick you up at 7. (I know where you live).
Oh, and bring that movie - it’s almost the end of the month.
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