Hong Kong Young Writers Anthologies Fiction 2020complete | Page 469

“Who is this for, me?” he asked.
“Yes, you can join and you will not be miserable anymore when you are around them” she exclaimed.
“You mean AI-“
“You know that they are not to be called that” she said grumpily.” I say that you should enter.”
“But-“ he was once again cut off. His aunt had already pushed his button. The machine violently
picked him up and dressed him into his clothes.
“Here, this is the address. This is very important and there is supposed to be some kind of code, but
who cares,” she said quickly and gave Noah no time to speak.
His shoes were put on and his aunt pushed him out of the house and wished him good luck. He
staggered as the machine had put his right shoe on his left foot and the left on the right. He had not eaten
breakfast and was very confused where to go as he held the paper with the address.
He stared at the paper looking for where to go.
“Where is.. BINGO!” he roared. “Mid-Swell Town? That is 25 miles from here,” he shouted. ”My
scoller will run out of charge when I’m halfway,“ he added mournfully.
Just as he did so an airwing swung in the air in front of him. It was an automatic “AI” controlled one.
“Please take a seat, where would you like to go?’ It said in its perpetual voice.
“Nowhere, thank you.” Said Noah coldly.
“I know your destination, Mid-Swell Town, and your scoller does not have enough battery. I know
this all Noah Albert Lee.” It said again in its cool voice, which was not very helpful because you are unable to
tell their emotion.
“Fine” said Noah again in his cold voice.
The airwing lowered and he climbed in before the stairs came out.
“The steps were-“
“YEAH, I KNOW!” he roared, and the machine said no more and started to move.
In a blink of an eye he had arrived at his destination. He jumped down and in the corner of his eye
watched the machine go. He walked towards as he realized how old and ancient it looked. The windows were
just square glass and dark as if someone was watching him through it. The he opened the door and to his own
surprise there AI assistants every where and he felt a bit anxious.
All of a sudden something pulled him back and an AI asked him the code.
"What code? I wasn't given any code!" Noah said heatedly.
"This place if for people with Artificial Intelligence phobia." said the very clean and trim looking AI.
"Well yeah, I mean I am not at all gleeful when I'm around A- I mean your kind-"
"So where is your code?" asked the robot." If you have this phobia you must have had one dream about
a robot telling you a five digit number.
"I don't h.... "then he remembered his dream. The one when a robot had swallowed him. The number
it said was:
"It's 13542" he said.
The AI froze for a minute and said, "Welcome Mr.Noah, please take a seat in room 12, Thank you."
He murmured twelve as he walked through a long corridor and came to a door where he heard a loud
voice talking. He knocked and entered. There was a man in the center and around ten people surrounding him.
"You are late, but take a seat and remain silent," said the man half coldly and half smiling.
As Noah passed by him he realized his name tag and knew he was the one who had invented all these
robots many years ago. How is he still alive, he thought. He took one glace at him and the wire going down
from him. He was a hologram that he had been left behind.
The day had gone by quickly. Noah was happier and enjoyed his day for the first time in years. The
lecture from the professor had changed his mind, he was ready to build his future, alongside his AI helpers.