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Motha
#WritcoStoryPrompt1
The parcel that had arrived today, contained an old key and a list of instructions to use it.
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I sat on the porch debating ongoing inside or not. Deciding if this was really the break I needed in life or just another learning lesson. How I landed here is still questionable. No one has ever given me anything, and now I have one hundred acres, four horses, farm animals, and an huge old creepy house that I am afraid to go inside. I stood looking at the front door and pulled out my mask, googles, gun. I braced myself for the worse as I pushed back the door. As I stepped inside the lights turned on. I removed my mask and goggles and to my surprise the house was astonishing from this view, but was not planning on getting cozy until I felt safe.
I began to walk towards the stairs when I heard,
“Welcome Ms. Palmer.”
I almost peed myself as I searched the room for the voice.
“Who's here?” I yelled.
I began to back up slowly as I raised my gun.
Not only that, but I am not about to die out here in the country.
“Please calm down Ms. Palmer for I am only artificial intelligence placed her for you and only you. I will never harm you and can only obey your commands. I have been programmed to serve you, Ms. Palmer and I sincerely apologize for any discomfort.”
“AI my ass, show yourself now, or I will shoot up this place!”
My hands began to shake as I waited. What the hell have I gotten myself into?
I could see a light turn on in the back of the house, and before I knew it, all the lights were on. A figure approached from the back.
“I am coming out, Ms. Palmer, please don't be alarmed.”
“We are passed that, just come out slowly and no one has to die.”
The so called artificial intelligence approach, and appeared human with his hands raised.
“That's enough buddy. You say you are AI, but if I shoot you, will you bleed?
What the hell am I saying, I'm out of here.”
I slowly reached for the doorknob, not taking one eye off this whatever.
“Please, Ms. Palmer, don't leave. What can I do to prove to you that this is where you belong? This is your destiny, you are our future.”
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The parcel that had arrived today, contained an old key and a list of instructions to use it.
***
I sat on the porch debating ongoing inside or not. Deciding if this was really the break I needed in life or just another learning lesson. How I landed here is still questionable. No one has ever given me anything, and now I have one hundred acres, four horses, farm animals, and an huge old creepy house that I am afraid to go inside. I stood looking at the front door and pulled out my mask, googles, gun. I braced myself for the worse as I pushed back the door. As I stepped inside the lights turned on. I removed my mask and goggles and to my surprise the house was astonishing from this view, but was not planning on getting cozy until I felt safe.
I began to walk towards the stairs when I heard,
“Welcome Ms. Palmer.”
I almost peed myself as I searched the room for the voice.
“Who's here?” I yelled.
I began to back up slowly as I raised my gun.
Not only that, but I am not about to die out here in the country.
“Please calm down Ms. Palmer for I am only artificial intelligence placed her for you and only you. I will never harm you and can only obey your commands. I have been programmed to serve you, Ms. Palmer and I sincerely apologize for any discomfort.”
“AI my ass, show yourself now, or I will shoot up this place!”
My hands began to shake as I waited. What the hell have I gotten myself into?
I could see a light turn on in the back of the house, and before I knew it, all the lights were on. A figure approached from the back.
“I am coming out, Ms. Palmer, please don't be alarmed.”
“We are passed that, just come out slowly and no one has to die.”
The so called artificial intelligence approach, and appeared human with his hands raised.
“That's enough buddy. You say you are AI, but if I shoot you, will you bleed?
What the hell am I saying, I'm out of here.”
I slowly reached for the doorknob, not taking one eye off this whatever.
“Please, Ms. Palmer, don't leave. What can I do to prove to you that this is where you belong? This is your destiny, you are our future.”
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