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well guys just a little rant before we start with the chapter
HOW IN THE HOLY HELL- (oops unholy hell) ARE MY COMMENTS ON RANDOM STORIES GETTING MORE LIKES AND LOVE THAN MY OWN STORY
yall how are random snippets of my thoughts more entertaining than the actual story im writing...ugh Ugh UGHHHH
anyways lets get to it alr-
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The room hummed with machines, timely beeping, faint ringing, the unmistaken sound of fingers dancing on the keyboard with unmistaken expertise, their blinking lights the only proof that something alive still existed in the sterile white lab.
The room felt unbearably silent except for the heavy breathing of Dr. Stone.
the irony going unnoticed by noone.
"Test 23: KI.ONE unresponsive. State: failed."
The faint clicking of pens, heavy sighs, born from the anxious movements of other scientists, filled the sterile air.
"We need to run more tests. The director will not be happy with this," one muttered.
Others nodded in quiet agreement.
"Test 24: Subject violent at the mention of controversies. State: fail."
"Test 25: Subject unable to grasp emotions. State: fail."
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cameras, microphones, and flashing lights greeted the director as he arrived at the scheduled press conference.
"Ladies and gentlemen," he announced with a practiced smile, tone smooth and confident, "our human-like robotics project is progressing at unprecedented speed. In just a few months, the first prototype will be revealed to the world."
Reporters scribbled furiously, nodding along. Some smirking, some astonished- all curious and deeply invested for the coverage
"And next week," he continued, pausing for dramatic effect, "you will witness the unveiling of a model capable of thinking, learning, and responding like a human being. A leap forward in technology — one that will change the way we interact with machines forever."
applause was heard booming across the room
He smiled wider, a smile that didn't quite reach his eyes. In reality, the subject was failing every test in existence, unpredictable, uncooperative. But the cameras didn't know that. Investors, sponsors, and shareholders didn't know that. Only he knew the truth — and only he would profit from their ignorance.
As he left the press room, his assistants flanked him, applauding the rapturous response from the media. He returned to the lab, chest puffed, mind already calculating stock surges, headlines, and awards — utterly unconcerned with the failures piling up behind him.
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"Test 52: Subject shows lack of interest in conversations. State: fail."
"Final Test 100: Subject fails to hold a conversation after five minutes. State: fail."
Dr. Stones hurriedly proposed a change in approach,
As if on cue, the director stormed into the lab at the final words spoken by the scientist. His coat flared behind him, voice slicing through the room.
"Enough."
The room froze. Monitors still blinked, graphs still scrolled, but not a soul dared to breathe. Dr. Stone lowered his clipboard slowly, throat tight.
The director's eyes scanned the row of scientists, each shrinking into themselves. "One hundred failures. A hundred wasted days. You call this progress?"
No one answered. The air stank of disinfectant and fear.
Finally, one of the senior researchers cleared his throat. "Sir, perhaps... perhaps it's not the subject that's faulty. Perhaps it's the input codes-"
his words fell on deaf ears..
The director raised a hand, silencing him instantly. His gaze slid toward the sealed package resting on the steel table. A faint light bled through the edges of the reinforced casing.
"It's time," the director said flatly. "We'll run the integration. Project CHAT goes live."
A younger scientist stammered, breaking the silence: "But— but there's no prototype! You must not directly code CHAT!"
The director didn't even flinch. "CHAT is very advanced... don't meddle."
The younger man's jaw trembled. He whispered, barely audible, "This will end... catastrophic." Then, with deliberate slowness, he removed his badge and ID, setting them down on the cold white desk. The metallic clink echoed in the sterile silence before he turned and walked out, leaving the room heavy with dread.
The director looked back at the package. "Initiate protocol."
The glow pulsed brighter, bathing the room in cold, ominous light.
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