At Dusk: Chapter 7

My Fictional Stories

The AISC’s management system was designed specially to handle many tasks at once. So, its projects could be done quickly and efficiently. This is done by letting bots decide half of the time about which things to prioritize as extremely important and which things to be gladly disposed of. But it couldn’t be better because the other half of the crew were intelligent but unambitious sugar-consuming apes. Mr. Janson was a genius, so kind that he managed to develop assistance bots to accompany every one of the crew in the industry. Despite all that, most of them wasn’t even sure if the bots would betray them or not, so they choose not to have one. This didn’t anger Mr. Janson but impressed him as he could use his time and resources to do something else.

Ace was yet another one of the helping bots, assigned to inevitably to help Ex and his regular maintenance sessions. At first Ace wasn’t Ace. He was Eights.

A year earlier. There was a white desk. It was in a white-colored cubicle. In obviously, a white-colored underground facility composed of pipes, wires and marble hallways. There sat a young man with a blue-striped tie and black pants. He was looking directly upon a thumb-sized package on his desk. The tiny label of this particular package read, “A-888: Your New Artificial-Intelligent Partner! Compressed in a 64-GB Flash Drive.”

The man sat there with uneasiness attached on his face. He wasn’t quite sure whether this was his or not, nevertheless it seemed to be extremely valuable. A moment later, a ding appeared on his mobile.

“Amel Janson (Boss): You’re Promoted from Office Worker to Facility Engineer. The prize is on your desk!” and a smiling emoji with tongue out was displayed. From that day on, he got himself his own virtual waiter.

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