“Tonight, at six, a traffic advisory on Coggeshall Street…as the federal government is poisoning your water supply. Good evening, I’m Jesus Christ, your Lord? Damn it, Steven, is this some kind of joke?”
Steven snarled from the control room. It wasn’t a joke. He had installed a new program for the teleprompter, giving it its own personality. He had hoped it would save the station some money, no longer needing a position dedicated to typing up the entire newscast. But independent AI programs were illegal, and their programmers unreliable. It wasn’t shocking they’d code a mental illness into the program.
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Title by: Tamisan
Story by: Quintin
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