‘I don’t understand,’ she whimpered at the court. ‘Isn’t possession 9/10ths of the law?’ She wrung her hands, pausing, for dramatic effect - allowing a tear to glisten in her eye, and fall strategically down her cheek.
‘It used to be, Ma’am,’ the Senior Court officer nodded toward her - ‘Until we realized exactly how you meant ‘possession.’ He paused now, for dramatic effect, before the lawyers and attorneys in the room. ‘‘Pre-Trial by AI. Is your brain yours?’ A wonderful dissertation, ma’am, did you write it? Or was it written by the AI coursing through your brain, the parasite you had embedded, twisted in your veins?’ He paused again, ‘Or do you want to go with your demon theory? Who exactly, was possessing you, when you decided to kill another human being?’