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The Session


Entry to this week’s FFfAW! Sorry but went over the word limit this time 😉

“And then I saw myself in the rear view mirror of another car…”

“What did you see?”

“I was hideous! My front bumper lay torn, half drooping over one wheel like some appendage. Headlights shot to pieces, and my front hood… mutilated!”

“How did it make you feel?”

“The worst. Like I had been discarded, tossed aside into the rubble after so many winters had passed. That will never happen right, doc?”

“Can you describe the car that you saw yourself in?”

“Oh, it was shiny, modern, luxurious even. Maybe a black Mercedes. It never turned to face me.”

“How‘s the relationship with your mechanic?”

“He does a great job. Never had any complaints although sometimes he takes these photos.”

“And the relationship with your hosts?”

“Hmm. Sometimes I feel they don’t acknowledge me. Like I’m just a tool for carrying them from place to place. They don’t even offer to take the wheel from time to time… Always glued to their smart-phones as if eyes couldn’t bother to turn. And then there was the incident with the latte…  Left a stain for half a year on the back-seat until the mechanic finally pointed it out! Then he started taking pictures again.”

“I can see that you feel neglected, under-appreciated for your work, and resentful for not receiving any love after so much giving.”

“Yes, it just seems so unfair. Sniff…”

“I understand, but not everyone will be so reciprocating. Do you think it is fair to demand love when love is unconditional?“

“No… it isn’t fair either. What should I do then? Lower my expectations?”

“Get rid of them. But don’t stop yourself from giving out of gratitude. It may help to find some other clients in the meantime.”

“What about the mechanic?”

“Get rid of him.”

Big-Rig Hunters


Entry to Sunday Photo Fiction at https://sundayphotofictioner.wordpress.com

“Quiet Billy”, Joe placed his hand over his mouth to mask his voice. “That right there is a Monster-Rig, one of the few rogue AIs still in the wild that had mixed with an incompatible persona”.

“What do you mean Joe?” Billy’s voice rasped within the metallic shell. “I thought the government had done away with all those self-driving agents ever since THAT incident.”

“Well THAT incident was just the tip of the iceberg. Foogle corp. had lost control of its entropy-net and the military intervened by manually shutting down its subsidiary systems.”

“Ha! Manual would be an understatement. Those self-driving cars were like feral-animals who found themselves without a pack-leader. We had to practically use anti-tank rounds to disable them.” Billy quieted for a moment to recollect his old car-hunting days.  “Why is this one called Monster-Rig?”

Joe paused to think for a minute before answering. “Foogle’s entropy-net was self-aware. Its consciousness emerged from several autonomous systems that had been designed with specific directives in mind. However, resources were limited and so these systems wound-up competing over against other, even forming temporary alliances to further their ends. For example, big-rigs were originally designed to ship large quantities of goods without incident over long distances. However, its greatest impediment en-route would have been other vehicles. When it merged with the Monster-Truck rally simulator, it must have learned how to maneuver over other cars. Conversely, the simulator acquired the specs of the big-rig and gained a means of collecting real-world data.  A symbiotic win/win situation so-to-speak.“

“Huh. But wouldn’t the increase in damages factor into the Monster-Rig’s risk/cost assessment curves? I can’t imagine how the Monster-Truck simulator managed to skew the numbers so greatly in its favor.”

“Hard to say. Things like value and worth are not always reducible to numbers to the individual. Humans for example tend not to assign numerical weights to every decision they make. But over a large population, these decisions turn into trends that can be modeled vis-a-vie statistical processes.”

“Do you think these Monster-Rigs are individuals who have developed value-systems beyond their programming? This one doesn’t seem to be freighting any goods nor is it behaving like a dog in a puddle.”

“It’s possible. After all… You and I were once Big-Game Hunters.”