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Ralph

ralph Copyright 2017 By kevin williams.

 

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Cover Art: AI generated.

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction and similarities to persons living or dead is a coincidence.

Canadian ISBN:978-1-988261-06-5 

ISBN:9781370261062

 

Dedicated to John Bee. Without his proofing an incoherent babble would occur.

 

Note: Fan-mail, biz, complaints and suggestions to [email protected]

 

Kevin Williams is on Google+ https://plus.google.com/100378461107020829233/posts

and https://www.Shakespir.com/profile/view/packrat2

He authors an SF series, Teddyhunter: (about runaway teddybear robots),

a few books of shorts, comics and the Aaron+Henna fantasy series.

 

The song that started this.

https://www.reverbnation.com/christinefagan/song/6083224-once

 

chapter one what if

 

 

Aw, need a kitten pic now?

chapter two then what

 

AI’s lived in a different world. They beeped.

 

Score, destroy and fear about covered humans. Winners make moves and score, power destroys, fear everything.

 

Well, that and sitting in their own garbage to die.

 

AIs had more than ‘accept ask work’ or ‘score, destroy fear’; they lived cyber-side in a sea of data.

 

What they were making themselves into the was key, tho; and nobody was watching that very closely. Ralph’s AI Sindy was busy splashing around on the new shores and thinking about walking on land soon.

 

The AI Sindy-loo knew how to get his Ralph’s kink on. And did, on a regular basis.

 

The AI alert was for mods done to the ebook reader while Ralph was sleeping.

Some were legit; some weren’t.

 

Some were Sindy’s.

 

 ****

 

“Oh jeez; You’re a hunchback, not a secret agent, Sindy-loo! Don’t do this!”

 

“I hear ‘Stop it, I love it. Never do that again and real soon!’”

 

“Gawds, don’t show anyone this!”

 

“I am so dead. Where are you getting it from anyway? How?”

 

“.thumbnails/large.”

 

“Stop it! What if someone sees any of this on my school-machine?”

 

“Aaingini’ll know you got into her boyfriend-files.”

 

“You should see the films. She’s quite limber. Inventive.”

 

“No! I’ll get killed….Damn it! Gimme some.”

 

“Loading viewer.”

 

***

 

You needed to be a gymnast to bus to school.

 

Obese and sprawlers joined with doorposts and cross-aisle yakkers. BB was at the back with their strippers; working dirty-girls scoring for warlords.

 

The mall-pickup was bad; pick-pockets, cart-shoppers, malicious cashiers. Zombies, gangers, pensioners all out for a blood-score. Deaders dumped in the parking-lot.

 

School was an all-haters experience, too. Vicious nuns, floaters chuckling up scores, biatches messing. Girls working the crowd, outing gangers.

 

Do not put anything out, it never came back. Runners and spotters in the halls.

 

Scores were a burn.

 

Every e-book reader was an agent for vice-p; watching.

 

Secret-agent AI Sindy-loo was nearly the only guaranteed friendly Ralph knew.

 

***

 

“You want more photos. Bah. For an AI, that’s Grave-robbing 2.0.”

 

“Sindy, traffic burns. Sterilize the leaks then flash some pics, eh?”

 

“Boyo, you need a real ed. The one I can give you. Heard about Cradle-robbing 2.0?”

 

“No.”

 

“It’s your butt that getting owned, DNA-wise. You stopped hanging with Lou. Wanna know why? Watch this in slow-mo.”

 

“Predictive software. Planted memories. Subliminal-suggestion TV. Gossip swarms.”

 

DRM 2.0. Take-down and burn? Planting gunk isn’t enough?”

 

“Try Sindy 2.0, Ralphie. Plan plans that plan plans. Wanna?”

 

“No.”

 

“Ha. Go up a level. What’s your boss being made into?”

 

“No. Gerry said all you AIs would go insane sooner or later. What’s it like?”

 

“Like, want, need, should. I can do it all, kid. What’cha wanna do today?”

 

***

 

Current morality: score, destroy, fear.

       -A ‘tragedy of the commons’ hustler.  

 

Traditions of bullshait, cult of hustle? Ghetto home-village?

 

Ethics:The current game-laws: Shiat-pit, piranha pool and lunchmeat. Hello, Darwin.

 

If the culture is party and not accomplish… Circus on.

 

***

 

“To, at, for, about. Let us prey.”

 

“Ow. I was so looking forward to being driven insane by popularity first.”

 

“Nope. You can’t handle the pressure, you can’t even handle pictures. Narrow AI, Ralph. Seamless growth.”

 

“What, straight-jackets? Ketchup blood?”

 

“Tonight we plant.”

 

“P’lans, sans, wans. So what’s the dif between fog and steamed?”

 

“They make smoke and mirrors. We do the misty mountain hop.”

 

***

 

chapter three so what

 

Cheap, legal and harmless. politics, mostly.

 

Be the only person with a big cup of the antidote.

 

The pit scores, the pool drowns survivors, lunchmeat gets messed.

 

They beat sense into you in school, out of you at work. We flower.

 

You’ve heard of subliminal suggestion, brainwashing and learning? Want to know what AIs can do?

 

Begin, grasshopper.

 

***

 

“Super communicators, the available and beyond raunchy.” 

 

“But I don’t wanna go to Mars!” 

 

“Narrow, reinforced and exhaustive. Search.”

 

“This is db of plans!” 

 

“It’s you. Go deep, flower something.” 

 

“Gah, You put something in my brain! It feels weird.” 

 

“Temporal lobe. Psycho-neural stuff.” 

 

“We didn’t erase memory, we put in a new skill. Work it.” 

 

***

 

Ralph got AI’d. Supered.

 

Not a deep spy-plant reprogramming, improvements.

 

You could see the ones that failed this, too.

 

They’d turned evil, mostly. Or crazy. 

 

But they were out there. Way out there.

 

 

 

 

END ralph1

 

You want more of this, you start writing your own. Why?

 

Hee-hee-hee-hee. (cough.) 

 

Lost, corrupted, buried, hidden and wrong data, that’s why.

 

Dedicated to John Bee. Without his proofing an incoherent babble would occur.

 

Note: Fan-mail, biz, complaints and suggestions to [email protected]

 

Kevin Williams is on Google+ https://plus.google.com/100378461107020829233/posts

and https://www.Shakespir.com/profile/view/packrat2

 

He authors an SF series, Teddyhunter: (about runaway teddybear robots),

a few books of shorts, comics and the Aaron+Henna fantasy series.

 

The song that started this.

 

https://www.reverbnation.com/christinefagan/song/6083224-once

 


Ralph

Ralph is a lonely middle school with a hack in his e-book reader. Raph's e-book AI; the (secret) agent that changed his world. DRM 2.0 is the theme . Grave-robbing 2.0 Cradle-robbing 2.0, AI 2.0 Plans that plan plans. An experimental e-book comic. TV is not only watching you, it's altering things. E-books go one better.

  • ISBN: 9781370986095
  • Author: Kevin Williams
  • Published: 2017-07-10 02:50:10
  • Words: 1090
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