Kasrkin
#37
We think of artificial intelligence, one that thinks like us, walks like us, talks like us, as mere fantasy. That the idea of having something that thinks and breathes and eats is still a long time coming. That's what Allison thought anyways. After a long while of getting over her older sibling's death, she took it upon herself to investigate the incident, caves and tunnels don't just eat people and let someone escape with a severed arm, that's not what caves do. No, something was with them while they were mining, something had to have been. Something we haven't discovered yet. There had to have been. There wasn't anything that she knew of that could've done something like that, but we're discovering new things every day, right?
In the middle of the afternoon, she sent a call to her best friend, hoping he would pick up, though she knew he would unless he was working or something. Had he started working? She might've known before, but maybe she had forgotten with the incident. It had swept away so many things and replaced it with a burning desire to know the truth, to figure out who or what killed 8 full-grown men and left one to die, figure out what ended what was supposed to be a long operation at the base of Mt. Everest. And she would start with going there herself. Sweeping some of her black hair behind her head, she took a glance at the mirror while waiting for Jordan to pick up, looking at her eyes. Some had described them as lifeless when the Human that owned them was a rather joyous individual if you got to know her. Such was the problem with judging a book by its cover.
In the middle of the afternoon, she sent a call to her best friend, hoping he would pick up, though she knew he would unless he was working or something. Had he started working? She might've known before, but maybe she had forgotten with the incident. It had swept away so many things and replaced it with a burning desire to know the truth, to figure out who or what killed 8 full-grown men and left one to die, figure out what ended what was supposed to be a long operation at the base of Mt. Everest. And she would start with going there herself. Sweeping some of her black hair behind her head, she took a glance at the mirror while waiting for Jordan to pick up, looking at her eyes. Some had described them as lifeless when the Human that owned them was a rather joyous individual if you got to know her. Such was the problem with judging a book by its cover.