The Rebooted Witness: A Tale of Betrayal and Artificial Intelligence
“We’re not going to tell anyone that he died.” “Stop calling the AI him, and why the fuck would anyone say something about this?” I tried to drown out the other’s bickering voices, Milo’s blood-soaked ear bumping into my leg rhythmically as me and my three shipmates carried him down the USS Harbinger’s narrow hallway. I tried not to look down at him either. He was the first of this new model, the harbinger of doom for our $37.43 an-hour job, one of the last remaining livable waged jobs.
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“We’re not going to tell anyone that he died.” “Stop calling the AI him, and why the fuck would anyone say something about this?” I tried to drown out the other’s bickering voices, Milo’s blood-soaked ear bumping into my leg rhythmically as me and my three shipmates carried him down the USS Harbinger’s narrow hallway. I tried not to look down at him either. He was the first of this new model, the harbinger of doom for our $37.43 an-hour job, one of the last remaining livable waged jobs.
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