“Accessing profiles?” you responded incredulously, “What do you mean?”
“Activating CatPhisher Protocols,” The A.I. answered matter-of-factly. As you looked around at the street, there were a couple of women across the way. Suddenly their personal data suddenly popped into your head, including their addresses, their bank accounts, and much more. You went white as a sheet.
“No! This is wrong! Make it stop! This is like, some kind of identity theft hacking tool?! I’m going to get arrested for this!” You were in a full-on panic now, never having done as much as jaywalking before in your life. You immediately began imagining a nightmare scenario of spending the rest of your life in prison.
“Please rest assured, all data lines are secured. I have noticed a spike in user stress levels. Activating Auto Pilot protocols to maintain user stability.” It seemed like you’re A.I. had been hijacked by the program or something, and now the A.I. was hijacking your body!
You were a passenger in your own body as you moved into the mall and made its way to the food court. As you stood in the queue to order your lunch, you gradually began to relax. It seemed like the intrusive data had ceased for the time being. Maybe you could just ride this out and then access a computer terminal to find a way to deactivate the device. As long as you didn’t pay attention or do anything with other people’s data, you weren’t doing anything illegal, right?
Still a little bit wound up, you tried to just focus on lunch for now. You would feel a lot better once you got a nice, juicy cheeseburger, one of your favorite foods. As you approached the ordering kiosk, you kept the thoughts of your favorite food in mind, and your Auto-Band scanned the data into the machine and paid for it. However, your eyes went wide as the confirmation receipt flashed on the screen:
Number: 174
Name: Katherine Willis
Order: Kale Salad with Carrot Ginger Dressing
Thank you for ordering! Please find a seat and your food will be brought out to you shortly.
“No, this can’t be…” you moaned internally. You wanted to go back and correct the order but your body already began to move and seated itself at a table in the food court. You tried to get up, but your legs wouldn’t budge, followed by a prompt that you should remain seated so that your food may find you. Who was this ‘Katherine Willis’ anyway? However, as you began to wonder that, a series of photos of some woman in her 30’s began popping into your head. You quickly shook your head to chase them out. It was probably best if you didn’t ask any further.
After about 5 seemingly endless minutes of dread, a hole in the middle of your table suddenly opened up, and your food rose out of it. Just as you had ordered, it was a salad, not something you were even remotely interested in eating. You continued to sit there for a couple more minutes, your mind racing. You didn’t even notice that your arms began to move on their own, getting a forkful of kale and bringing it to your mouth. It was then that you suddenly realized what was happening, but it was too late as the food entered your mouth and you began to chew.
“No, stop!” you internally recoiled, but it was futile. The A.I. commented how you needed nourishment, and you carried on eating the salad. Once the meal was finished, you regained control of your body and chugged down a soda to try and wash out the taste with an ungrateful “Blech!” You needed to do something about this, and fast. indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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