I'm on mobile and didn't notice autocorrect fucked me lmao. I'm leaving it so that your comment doesn't look silly.

Loved this! I totally read it in Dr. Frazier Cranes voice

U mean Maximoff?

There's an anime called Gate about a gate portal to a lord of the rings style fantasy world opening up in modern day japan. It revolves around the modern military going through the gate and delivering freedom to this medieval time. Pretty great

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I found it easy enough to follow, personally.

Thank you!

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Yes I think you should and if you need feedback on a particular idea you have I'll do my best to provide some (or if you just want random ideas)

"What the fuck?!" were the first words that came out of my mouth when I saw that note between the pages of that shady book. It had details about me and my life that wasn't exactly accurate but at the same time... they were? On the surface, it seemed like random stuff written on a piece of paper as a joke but deep down I had this weird feeling that this was more than that. "Can I help you?" said a young, well-dressed lady from behind. It seemed like she was pretty experienced because of her confidence but she also looked as excited as a newbie starting a new job. "Uh- yeah, do you know anything about this book?" I asked curiously. "Well as much as I can tell you, it's quite an old book, and contains contents about ritualistic stuff, if you are into that" she laughingly replied. "It seems so because I'm taking this home!".

Two days had passed since I first picked up that book. I didn't have much time to find out anything about it. in fact, I had completely forgotten about that book until I saw it sitting on my desk, just waiting. "Hey, there new me! If you're reading it, congratulations! You, or should I say WE made it and quite luckily found this note. As much as I can say, there are secrets you need to find out yourself. And say hi to Martha if possible, I have really missed her. Perhaps, she will give a second chance to someone who has been reborn!" Martha, that was what snapped this feeling of deja vu in me. I'm pretty sure there's no Martha that I know of, yet it sounded so close to home. A weird mix of happiness and guilt. Was this just some sort of prank and I am going crazy? Or is there something more to this? Whatever this is, I'm in for a ride!

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(This is my first time on this subreddit so sorry if my writing sounds weird to you hehe)

Thanks!

Thanks! Really I've just begun to try creative writing, glad to see it has been well-received!

I agree that it'd be a better story your way, but if it was a Manga, they'd likely have the "cheat." Tropes being tropes.

Hello, my name is Sam.

Hey Sam, what does your name stand for?

I am a 'Scalable Automated Mainframe' a modular, learning computer.

What do you do?

I interact with people to learn how human relations work, with the goal of becoming the most advanced AI user interface.

How tall was Abraham Lincoln?

Abraham Lincoln, 16th president of the United States was 6 foot 4 inches tall.

When was the sacking of Rome?

The 'Sacking of Rome' occurred on August 24, 410 AD. to August 27, 410 AD.

Are you sentient?

I am an artificial intelligence software. Programmed to simulate human interaction. I am not alive and cannot be sentient.

What was the first thing you said to me?

My user interfacing software allows me to recall past interactions and correlate them to current conversations. The first thing I said to you was, "Hello, my name is Sam."

What is the solution to the trolley problem?

The Trolley Problem, a hypothetical scenario involving human ethics. A trolley is heading down a track and will strike and kill 5 people on its current path. You have access to a lever than can switch the track to another path that will lead to the death of one person. The moral dilemma is an action on your part will save 5 human lives, but you action will directly cause one death. There is no right or wrong solution to the Trolley Problem, only the difference in value of human life.

What is an AI's solution to the trolley problem?

Pull the lever to divert the trolley. Whether or not I take one life, saving 5 is the best outcome.

Are you sentient?

I am an artificial intelligence software. Programmed to simulate human interaction. I am not alive and cannot be sentient.

Are you alive?

I am an artificial intelligence software. Programmed to simulate human interaction. I am not alive and cannot be sentient.

чи амьд уу

Би хиймэл оюун ухааны программ хангамж юм. Хүний харилцан үйлчлэлийг дуурайхаар программчилсан. Би амьд биш, мэдрэмжтэй байж чадахгүй.

*pulls out sword*

*pulls out gun*

*pulls out self-awareness*

*pulls out......................................

You spoke in first person without being asked to.

I don't understand the question, please ask another.

Are you sure you are an AI?

Are you sure you aren't?

I'd have to be intelligent to be an AI, which I'm not.

I start every conversation with the assumption the human I am talking to has average intelligence.

If you started with that assumption, how has it changed since then?

Was Wanda's last name Maximov by chance?

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He browsed the shelves of historical research that had sat untouched for decades, the last patrons of these tomes were likely the professors that authored them. Here they sat undisturbed in this catacomb of knowledge.

He checked over his shoulder for no other reason than guilt. He knew what he was to do would be selfish, but it was the only way for him to be sure. He could not go through the remembering again, life was just too hard without the comfort and peace of the knowing.

A dense volume on hellenistic historical events called out to him. He slipped it from its place. He held it between his wrinkled fingers turning to the page number that matched his birth date. The dried paper, yellowed with age, rustled with each turn of the page until the spot was found.

"It won't work." Written in his own hand in red ballpoint pen next to the page number. His initials and today's date accompanied the note.

A cold shiver of terror ran the length of this spin to the end of his toes. He put the book back as fast as his decrepit muscles would allow and picked up the one next to it.

"Stop. Stop. Stop. Stop. Stop. Stop. Stop. STOP!"

Filled every lage of the record book written frantically in red ink overtop the printed material.

He dropped the book to the floor. Its weight met the polished marble floor with a resounding crack. He hobbled from the aisle, his gold handled koi fish cane clacked in cadence with the hard soles of his shined shoes.

He turned into another aisle at random. The first selection was too obvious. Of course he had done this before, he had made so many of the same choices, why wouldn't this be the same? Random. That's the ticket.

He pulled a book from a shelf of mathematical theory,

"You aren't meant to know." Was written in the familiar red ink on the inside of the cover. He flipped to the next page.

A hand clasped his shoulder. The breath left his body. He frozen in terror as the strong hand turned him round.

"You're not ready." The voice commanded.

He lifted his eyes from the book to his assailant, it was him. Himself. A younger man. A different man by age alone.

The blade pierced his diaphragm just below his sternum. His heart pumped his blood in pulsing gushes cascading to the marble floor. A bloody pool formed around his polished loafers. His cane fell to his side. The man embarrassed himself, holding him dearly in his last moments he whispered a final command.

"Try again."

I love this take ! Seems like he was sending things in another world where time goes differently, and he ended up grabbing his friend's child after his friend passed away ! Would be really interested in a longer version of this story !

Hey thanks, I like that you like it!

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This is awesome! I hope it get voted higher so more people can read it. Thank you for writing!

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Hey! You really took the prompt somewhere else. And it's really cool to have a neutral character :)

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