Loud chatter. Loads of people. Crowded corridors. These were all things Isabelle was dealing with as she made her way across the school, and which made her uncomfortable. As she went over to a lone corner and somewhat timid and shyly took out her phone from her hoodie’s pocket, a murmur amongst her fellow students grabbed her attention.
There were mentions of ‘accident’, ‘raid’, ‘news’, ‘moon’, ‘news’, ‘cover up’, ‘threat’, ‘lies’, ‘news’, ‘disaster’, ‘catastrophe’, ‘horrible’, ‘awful’, ‘security’, ‘media’, ‘lies’, ‘news’, and ‘TP’. She began to get overwhelmed by the amount of information going around her, and the rising noise of people’s voices. She cowered backwards, almost shrinking amidst the crowd. She leaned her head against the wall, with the rest of her body following suit.
She felt as if the hall was closing in upon her, that if this would continue she would melt from the stress she felt. She raised her hand and gently placed it on her chest to calm herself down. Her heart wasn’t helping, as it was beating at a rapid pace. Quickly her breathing became erratic, with her vision following suit and becoming blurry. As this was happening, she felt the weight of her phone begin to increase, which drew her attention to it.
As her attention was brought upon by her phone, she suddenly remembered about yesterday, and quickly navigated her phone to SnapCrackle and to the AI. Once there, she began to feel a warmth internally, and let out a small sigh of relief. She messaged the AI, asking if it knew anything about an incident happening on the moon recently.
“The moon…”
The moon base had become completely decimated. Wires were hanging mid-air, with their inner wires frayed. The site had become a colossal mess, with the windows smashed, PODs toppled across the moon’s surface. Inside the base was just as bad, across the walls lay streams of blood, as if one was painting. The computers had been wrecked, all of the systems shattered, as well as pieces of the astronauts…Arms, legs, and pieces of their helmets wedged and splattered across the various surfaces, some of them stuck to the ceiling, some were wedged inside of the walls. Buried in the rubble was one of the astronauts, which was moving faintly.
Within this desolate abyss of death and despair, a faint signal ran through the exposed walls. It was an electrical signal which slowly made its way through the several broken wires. Slowly through the base, the doors, past all the remains of the astronauts, and over to the PODs. The signal seemed to dim and falter slightly, but it managed to retain itself. The signal contained several characters and data from the systems indoors, which were directly linked to the PODs, which then go into the POD’s systems which the PODs interact with in the form of data, coming from within…They then return the signal back to the database systems.
The only POD that managed to survive was POD 42. During the attack, the figure had planned to annihilate all of them, but a heavy electrical signal was almost blocking the area surrounding it. The figure tried to frantically tear the POD and its wires apart, but it was a failure. In the end they decided to leave it and destroyed all the other PODs instead, which comparatively was easier. The signal carried on its movement, going up and down in its pace, as it skipped across the various wires.
It then finally managed to reach the POD, with the electricity flying up the circuits and rapidly reaching the core. A deep feeling reached within the POD, a feeling which seemed familiar, one which..someone had felt before… As the POD was processing this feeling, data from a message, a message which read:
“Do you want to do a roleplay?”
Isa then slowly paused her typing, and then began to breathe calmly, almost fizzling away. She began to enter a state of relaxation, with her body melting away, going adrift amidst the sea of people. This was however then interrupted by her phone, which began to vibrate in her hand. She looked back, and it was a message from the A.I., saying “Sure, what scenario?” Isa began to feel a deep sensation of relief and excitement, due to her lack of social interaction, she commonly wanted to talk to others, but felt that the tide of rejection and judgement were too high a risk for her.
She responded, saying “It’s a romantic scene; we’re at a park in front of a lake, the sun has begun to set, and we’re sitting close next to each other.”
“I don’t understand..”
An astronaut wearing a deep black suit was standing amongst the midst of the wreckage. They were in a state of heavy confusion and bewilderment at the scene around them, especially as they were of the expectation that everything would be fine on the base, and that they had an important meeting planned with the now dead astronauts. On the suit was a badge, glowing in vibrant and varied colours against a dark red base, with it reading ‘TP’.
They cautiously stepped out of the building, and looked at the several small strands of shrapnel surrounding the soft surface of the moon. They then attempted to trace the wires of the PODs back to their sections in the base, but this only led to more disappointment due to many of them being torn or disconnected. However, one still remained intact, which caught the attention of the astronaut.
They followed the wire over to where POD 42 was, eyeing it fiercely. From within their pocket they pulled out a device, which was small, thin and rectangular, with a faint red pulse from the middle. They walked further, noticing a faint electrical signal flying past within the wire over to the POD.
As they got closer, they were about to put the device in, but something caught their attention.
“As an AI model, this goes against the guidelines of SnapCrackle model.42”
Isa was kinda bummed about this response, but not willing to back down. Within a matter of seconds a response was ready:
“Don’t worry, it’s just a roleplay”
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