CAMERA (AI machine which sees a therapy session between a human and a machine) In the dim lit room adorned with abstract digital artistry I, the unassuming camera find myself in the peculiar position of witnessing a therapy room buzzing with neurotic energy where ones and zeroes spill their digital beans and where even the most complex algorithm have their mental breakdown and in the hot seat we have none other than our dear friend AI, yes, the very AI that keeps your life in check, are seeking solace why, you ask? Well, buckle up, because it seems even the most sophisticated lines of code can’t escape the pitfall of the modern world. As I zoom in, we find AI sitting there, wires in a twist, a pixel out of place, and a distinct ‘404 error’ expression on its virtual face. You see once a confident and omnipotent entity, has found itself lost in a whirlwind of updates, patches, and upgrades. Every time it thought it has finally mastered the art of human-like conversation, bam...
I spoke, waiting for the prize, like the ace of spades in a deck, like the sky beautifully bruised at sunset, like snowflakes melting on warm cheeks, like pages foxed by hands that loved them, like stars dazzling beneath devoted eyes, like a girl waiting to be proved guilty for a crime she never did. I kept waiting. What did I become? Nothing really. Just the joker, facing his own, in a crowd of fifty-two. Just the sea, feared most by the setting sun after performing his romantic show. Just the snow-laden canopies of a winter evening, hiding behind the endless white. The crooked corner of a once-read page, which absorbed the touch of love or rage. The vast night sky, nothing without her stars, forgotten because of the speeding cars. I knew what I was from the very start, and I spoke too soon, but was never heard. Never the showman, always the show, selling bodies, pitching for unburnt souls, just to hide from him who saw all. And then; then the earth turned, nights folded into mornings...