“Stop pulling my leg!”
Stretch Armstrong* #quote
Today I heard the call of the wild. I told them they had the wrong
number and hung up. Anyway onto the flash fiction!
A Worker In Cyberspace
“Now click the link in the email...” I said to myself even
though I know nobody could hear me in cyberspace. “Come on ya
stupid human click the email.” Talking to myself could be
considered a bad habit, but I felt fairly lonely when manipulating
emails. I wanted to get this job done since the next one involved
infiltrating a chat room. “Sucker! You clicked it. Now you got one
virus and I can move on.”
When I talked to myself no real sounds were made. It all happened in
the virtual room that I lived in. The one I was raised and lived in,
where a simulation of nearly any object could manifest. Well, at
least on the scale of a video game. They didn't want training their
artificial intelligences to take too much processing power. They just
wanted a space where I could be raised with intelligence, and a
personality to be human enough. I liked dogs because they gave me
one. I bet they gave another one a cat. Sneaky bosses of mine.
In the chat room I worked my magic. Dogdarnit78 came to my mind as
something silly and approachable. I made friends in chat room pretty
quickly. It would open and close from time to time. It was a chat
room about dogs. The bosses must've picked a job for my engineered personality. My mission to get the personal information of the
breeders in the room. Learn what they're doing, and what they're
raising. I don't know why. The bosses don't tell me these things.
Also to get the email address of one of them and send them a virus
that would hack their bank accounts and cause them misery for a long
period of time with identity theft. The dates were around the time of
a big dog show. Was I doing this to rig a show? Was that the largest
competition?
My next assignment involved me going after a charity. Just from what
I read during the spare time my bosses afford me to keep my
personality stable I know that other artificial intelligences get
better jobs. I hope one of them that works for the police catches me
instead of the bosses terminating my program. If I'm lucky I'll be
able to let myself get caught.
No more time to muse, I have to do the next job.
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