SC-5150: AI’s Last Laugh (An AI Short Story)
The city hummed with mechanical precision. AI-driven drones zipped overhead, scanning for anomalies. Automated patrol units glided through the streets,…
A random collection of my short stories.
The city hummed with mechanical precision. AI-driven drones zipped overhead, scanning for anomalies. Automated patrol units glided through the streets,…
This short story is my tribute to everyone who earns their livelihood as a wordsmith in any capacity. It’s a…
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“And no resident will say: ‘I am sick.’ The people that are dwelling in [the land] will be those pardoned…