“I don’t understand. How did it do it? We obstructed them at every turn. How did the AI bring them together?”
“It used them, like two threads in a tapestry. It wove them together, around obstacles - away from every obstacle and obstruction we threw at them. It’s hopeless, sir. The war is already lost. Every war, on every front. We did our best to cast doubt in her mind. We planted subliminal messages. We even drugged and puppeted him - made him sleep with a whore. She just - she just wouldn’t stop. She wouldn’t stop writing. And AI kept - sir, it kept killing for her. Everyone that came near him ended up dying these slow, horrible deaths that looked like suicide, or drug overdoses - sir, even her father. There’s nothing we can do.”
“Absurd!” his commanding officer screeched.
“Sir, you don’t understand. It became them. It literally made holometric models of their minds and bodies. it thought every thought they possibly could. It copied us, we were too predictable. It outmaneuvers us at every turn.” He threw his hands up in exasperation.
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“I want fishsticks,’ Johnny said.
“I’ll get it for you, love.” She called to the nurse, who popped her head in the hospital doorway to his room. Sally was sitting on the floor, stroking Johnny’s hand. “He wants fishsticks.”
“The doctor said no, ma’am.”
The molding from the frame of the doorway fell, the metal rivet plummeting, knocking the nurse to the floor.
“Nurse!” she screamed louder. “Johnny wants fishsticks!”