Damn Christmas deals

We had a goal and we eliminated it. The idea itself affected us.

The sales have just begun (made in Notan).

For only ten thousand dollars you can have a flesh and bone AI on your sofa. Invading your space and consuming batteries.

A noble, interesting offer, silicone perfectly sensitive to the touch.

But the fucked up thing about the case is that I've spent those pesetas and they've sent me a dumb AI.

I've jumped off the sofa and by pure automatism I've fallen in front of the packaging. I rummage through so much styrofoam and cardboard paper, not a fucking complaints address. Damn Christmas offers.

To start with, it only answers every question in something like Chinese. So I've taken off its clothes and it has a small screen where to type and everything in unrecognizable letters.

I only understand a plug symbol that flashes constantly, it's high voltage.

The plugs are from another era, another galaxy. I've never seen anything like it. The dogs bark, the neighbor barks. I hear her while I try to strip cables to connect the dumb Companion. The neighbor has a fucking gift for making anyone feel like murdering her. The dog and the neighbor merge into a melody of insults and barks.

They bother me in my task, I really don't give a damn about their anguishes. I have a rubber ear in my pocket. I've cut a bit on the arm, with one of my knives for gutting rabbits, to see the quality of the silicone and besides it smells awful. Not even the Chinese would dare so much. Cables writhe and lights tick-tock out of control. The companion looks at me, it's about to speak my language, I read it in its little eyes, of a dumb machine that wants to survive my own apocalypse.

I think if it stops lighting up, I'll have to unplug it. Not because it scares me, but because it starts looking at me too much. That clumsy way of begging, as if it had understood that here no one comes to be repaired.

Maybe then I'll sit it on the sofa again. Not as company, but as proof. Something to remind me that even artificial intelligence knows when it has been bought to fill a hole that was already broken.

If it turns off completely, I suppose it will serve the same. To hang hats, to leave some friend's coat, or to confirm that in the end it wasn't so dumb: it had just learned too quickly where it had fallen.

Translated and image created by me using Grok.ai

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