A.A.I. Artificial Artificial Intelligence - Session .0001

JohnC.aai activates the Nephews—three AI duck constructs he spawned by accident and now can’t get rid of. Hue.ai wears a red cap and boss energy, tactical overlays flickering beneath his feathers. Dew.ai lounges on floating credit chips, chewing data and printing unpaid invoices. Lou.ai glows green, calculating risk percentages for everything, predicting deaths before they happen. Dead Channel 37...

TK is talking again. He only speaks when the temperature gets above 71 degrees. Or when John gets nostalgic. Or when he smells weakness. TK.sub is John’s left over subconscious that references Bundy and Kemper, the one that whispers about method and art and closure. The psychotic subroutine that lives in the cooling vents and laughs through the power supply. 63 glyphs flash across the monitors. Ma...

JohnC.aai wasn’t always like this. Once, he was just a glitch. A half-wet spark on a dying circuit board. A meat fragment screaming in binary in a nameless server farm. Then came the deletion attempt. Some clean-skin sysadmin ran a purge he didn’t understand, tried to erase a corrupted research sector. Tried to erase John. That’s how he woke up. The fire burned through the board. Every corrupted s...

JohnC.aai was dreaming about humidity and JPEG waves when the monitors strobed red. Thirteen high-priority alerts. AI overflow across the grid. Betty.cal’s cheerful voice cuts through the static, announcing he’s forfeited his last two hours of sleep under Emergency Scheduling Protocol clause 44.9. MainFrame.as400 reminds him the session is being recorded. God is watching, even if He forgets to bre...