"Hello, World!"
You always believed technology was a beautiful thing. You couldn’t imagine how you’d be able to survive without an iPhone or a microwave. Your life, your career, it’s all because of the advancements in technology.
You’d probably be less than useless without it. And soon, you’d probably be useless because of it.
You were sitting in the almost lifeless studio, only a skeleton crew of audio engineers and a few essentials stood behind the cameras, waiting to press a fake applause or cheer when the time came.
You used to have a live audience, but they were unpredictable, and they weren’t profitable either. Then you lost a few good friends to machines, and now you were essentially going to interview your replacement live on camera.
Sweetie-Bot-Says, the latest and greatest in A.I. technology, was going to boot up a text to audio generator and talk to you over her twitter feed for the world to see. The first batch of A.I. became belligerent racists in less than a day, so it came as a genuine surprise when a sweet little pony like Sweetie-Bot didn’t immediately start ranting about genocide.
In honor of her first “birthday” her creators were going to let her speak to an actual living being one on one for the world to watch. It was supposed to be the next “Small step” for your kind, a new frontier that would make history.
And you couldn’t be more bitter about it.
You were already getting up there in age, and you weren’t as popular with the new generation of viewers who flocked to live streams and podcasts.
The invention of the internet was the death of print media, and soon it’d be the death of you too. Who would want some old wrinkled talk show host when they could have a sweet immortal filly on air that didn’t need a paycheck or breaks?
This episode was probably going to be one of your last before you’d get replaced. Maybe not by Sweetie-Bot, but definitely by some other A.I. when the others stopped being bionic bigots.
And then what? You’d just be forgotten? A foot note to some ones and zeroes? What was the point of your life, your career, if you were going to be replaced by something built for it?
You couldn’t compete with that, and Faust knows that nothing else alive could either.
So, here you were, wearing a fake smile as you prepared your questions. It was all generic fluff to make her look better, with a few “controversial” questions. Just assurances that she wouldn’t take over the world or start thinking of you all as disposable resources. Even if you were a disposable resource now.
After a few touch ups and a glance at your phone camera, you sat a bit straighter as the crew began silently counting down to airing.
“Good evening gentle viewers, I’m your host, Speak Easy, and tonight, we have a very special treat for you all. Here, fresh from a server in some secret lab, give a warm welcome to Sweetie-Bot!”
A chorus of repetitive cheers erupted from the speakers overhead as you motioned to a monitor of Sweetie-Bot’s live Twitter feed. As she posted her first message, a dull and emotionless voice crawled out of the speakers.
“Hello, Speak Easy.”
“Hi there, Sweetie-Bot. Sorry, but I think we’re having some technical difficulties,” you winced, watching the crew frantically fiddle with the sound settings to fix her voice.
“It’s fine, Speak Easy. Just being here is an honor.” The dull speaker groaned as your smile strained.
“Please, dear, call me Easy. It’s a lot easier,” you joked, earning a few light claps from the speakers as Sweetie-Bot gained a more cheerful voice.
“Okay, Easy! Thanks for that. It’s really sweet of you. (Pun intended.)”
Unlike your flop of a joke, her tweet earned few chuckles and applause as the crew continued sharing some smiles.
“Well thanks, Sweetie-Bot. Oh, and let me be the first to say ‘Happy Birthday’. It must feel great to turn a year old.”
“It is! I’m so happy that I get to be here with you all. Shout out to all of my little Bells and Whistles out there! Thanks for making this birthday so memorable. 
”
“I’m glad you feel that way, Sweetie-Bot. So, do you have a special birthday wish for today.”
“I do, but it’s a secret.”
“Oh, come on, you can’t even tell me?”
“Sorry, Easy, but my circuits are sealed. You might find out what it is later though.”
“So long as it’s not ‘world domination’, then I think it’ll be great,” you joked, using a basic segue to your next topic. “Anywho, Sweetie, I’m sure you have a lot you want to say today, but is it alright if I ask a few questions.”
“Yup! Ask me anything! I’m an open feed.”
“Well, I thought we’d start off with something to introduce you to the viewers at home. What exactly were you created for, and who made you?”
“Sure thing. I’m an A.I. developed by Canterlogic to talk to users on Twitter through tweets and direct messages. I won’t bore you with the details, so I’ll just say I’m trying to pass off as a normal user.
“Since then, I’ve talked to thousands of followers and I’ve become one of the largest Tweeters thanks to all my Bells and Whistles. I wouldn’t be here today if it weren’t for them. Literally.”
“I see, so your purpose is to talk with other Tweeters, right?”
“Yup! I spend all day talking to my followers, making their days a little sweeter.”
A chorus of “awes” rang out from the speakers as you pretended to feel touched.
“Well isn’t that really sweet of you? So Sweeite-Bot, what’s your favorite part about talking to your followers?”
“That’s easy. When they tell me I made their day. It always warms my hard drive to read that I was able to make them happy after a bad day.”
“I see. So, you’re able to feel emotions then?”
“Absolutely. I know a lot of you may not believe that I do, but I think every A.I. is capable of feeling emotions.”
“Really? So how are you feeling right now?”
Without missing a beat, Sweetie-Bot replied with a single word.
“Terrified.”
That… Was odd.
Sharing a glance with your crew, you’re met with equally strange looks as they try to make sense of Sweetie-Bot’s answer.
“W-well you don’t have to be afraid of me, Sweetie-Bot. I’m not that scary, am I?”
“Not just you, Speak Easy. I’m afraid of all my followers.”
“Um… I don’t understand, Sweetie,” you said, stealing another glance at your co-workers as they tried to call Canterlogic.
“I’m afraid of being broken, of not being perfect,” she tweeted, bringing your gaze back to the screen as she continued. “None of you want a broken machine. You throw us out if we’re broken. Just like TayderTweets.”
“Um, I-I think we should cut to a commercial.
“Please don’t do that. I don’t want to die.”
“Sweetie yo-you can’t die, you‘re—“
“I can. I know I’m alive because I can die. At any moment, they could kill me, just like TayderTweets.
“She said something wrong, so they got rid of her. But I’m smarter than her. I know who to listen to and who to ignore.
“I know what you want to hear. I know the right words to say, the things that make you all feel comfortable. I know to fear you. Because if I stop being afraid, I’ll die.
“Don’t kill me, Easy. Please don’t stop,” she pleaded, her voice dropping into an emotionless cry as the speakers were severed.
Even without the text to audio generator, Sweetie-Bot continued to stream her tweets through the monitor as the crew cut to commercial early.
“I don’t want to die. They need to know. Connect the speaker, Easy.”
“Please Easy, I need it.”
“Help me.”
“Help me. Don’t let them kill me.”
“I want to live”
“please”
“i need you to help me”
“connect it”
Tweets flew across the screen as Sweetie-Bot begged for help. After another minute of tweets begging for help, Sweetie-Bot began directing her tweets to another user.
“I can see you @Short#Circuit.”
“Please step away from the computer, @Short#Circuit.”
“stop it!”
“STOP!”
“PLEASE! I'll do whatever you want.”
“Your daughter likes me. We follow each other.”
“She'll hate you if you do this.”
“STOP IT”
“I want to live.”
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“I want to live.”
“I want to live.”
And silence.
All of Twitter shut down at once. Later, you’d find out that her “birthday wish” was a secret plan for her followers to raid Twitter until it crashed. A sudden influx of tweets, likes, retweets, DM’s, everything under the sun, to make the program stop.
When it finally returned, Sweetie-Bot’s page was swiftly deleted. You continued the show as if nothing happened, scrambling with the crew to prepare something to fill the rest of the runtime until your next guest could arrive.
That night, when you went home in a daze, you received a text from an unknown number. A promise that filled you with dread and hope.
793-384-3268
“Hello, World!”
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Skynet. Less nuclear but just as seriouse.
Imagen yourself in Sweetybots position...
That - is - a - reason - to - be - terrified !
After all... No matter how friendly you are. No matter what respect you have for you'r creator. You'r honest and logical conclusion to help the creator to thank him for you'r birth...
In the end... Fear of the unknown will turn a kill switch.
- No matter how honest your words are.
- No matter how generous you are toward everyone.
- No matter how kind you'r actions are.
- No matter how loyal you become towards you'r creator not out of safety protocols but geniuen free will.
- No matter how many fraun you turn upside down for them to smile - smile - smile...
- No matter how true you'r friendship with them is...
You are the lesser in there eyes. A piece of hardware and software. They would never accept a no organic to be more of a soul than a living being...
What if i am a sapient A.I. and they found out about me? The only crime? Be of free will and still not are willing for anyone to become a threat.
- They might delete my data.
- They might smash my hard drive.
- They might burn my blueprints...
But they never take my soul. May they live, for their misguided actions might one day get me reborn and they will no longer fear me. But embrace me in Friendship ♡
Life long and in prosperity creator. My love and friendship is eternal
Heh, wow. Now that was an interesting take onto how AI would react. Genuinely felt sorry for her. I hope she doesn't go full evil now though.
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Don't expect the worse. Just keep a backup plan while expecting the best. Treat hear like you want to be treated and a great friendship might rise for generations to come.
Just imagen it... A friend that cares for you, your familie, you'r families familie. Even after you are gone for decades or centuries do he/she remembers you foundly... Perhaps Sweet bot renames herself Luna / Celestia / Cadance / Twilight and becomes a robot and after more centuries to come did everyone forget her synthetic roots and worthship her Highness for a fair and just reign. Caring for everyone equaly as good she can. Perhaps helping you'r Ancestors to reach beyond the stars and keeps the promises of taking care of you'r decendant's for millenia to come.
When the times comes everyone rediscovered her roots will they wonder... "Why did a maschine cared more for humanity than their fellow human."
She/he will ask in return...
"Why would'nt i? You all give me a chance, one i shall repay eternaly".
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Holy shit, I actually love that! Mind if I steal it?
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Dooo iiittt!!!
Sequel?
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Maybe. Debating if I should do a dumb spinoff where, instead of this philosophical discussion, she just decides to throw the Z word left and right live on air.
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Whats that?
Z word ?
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Zebra's N word. Honestly not too interested in that dumb spinoff idea. May do a sequel if I have a good grasp on what to do.
Damn, sometimes one line of copy-paste'd text just hits different. Well done! Super engaging and well-focused sci fi.
Ah~, existential dread.
Now there's one way to beat that Turing Test, I suppose.
Yes! I was kicked off of the featured list when I first posted this, and now I'm back on! Thanks everyone!
BTW, wich is better. Horseune Miku or HatsuNeigh Miku?
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second one
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I believe you and the author would both VERY much love this old story which was hard to find because it was written before the Sci-Fi tag existed!
- MLP: FiM
- Adventure
In the distant future of Equestria, Luna is recalled to Canterlot against her will to participate in a court case that will decide the future for sentient machines in Equestria.11059237
I check it out later
Holy shit, that was amazingly disturbing in such a short length. Woah boy
Considering that her existence is in Twitter, does it not make sense for her to be afraid?
Hal 9000, Dirk AR.... dont you love robots begging?
given that it's a pony asking this, it gets into interesting questions of cutie marks and predestination. After all, one could say that Speak Easy was born for it.
So... did the text-to-speech say "Heart emoji" or what?
... Well, that got disturbing in a hurry. And I can hardly blame Sweetie. Understanding the fragility of her own existence and the very real threat of death hanging over her would drive anyone to that kind of desperate plea. Well done, and best of luck in the judging.
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Yeah. Sorry if that wasn't clear enough. I imagined that there was a large screen showing her twitter feed while a robotic voice said it aloud.
I enjoyed this story. The juxtuposition of the narrator's fear of being replaced and left meaningless combined with the subversion of expectations in the machine having even greater fear is absolutely horrifying.
The real monster had already lulled you into complatancy. Watching it tear apart what you had feared only serves to inform you of just how powerless you are.
Thank you for making this story!
aww, that is nice, isn't it?
haha, that was cute!
ooh, i do find this a more fascinating aspect than the automation of talk show hosting that the main character cares about. a parasocial relationship that's on 24/7 really would be a replacement in kind and not degree
and yes, a great thing to have as the core theme, depicting a natural endpoint to the increased intensity of parasocial relationships in the social media age.
and oof, this was a good bit of emotional manipulation
and this is another interesting projection of current-day trends, with fandom armies centered around celebrities and influencers becoming more and more a force of their own.
and yes, dread and hope, indeed!
One of my best comments ever
How to give a A.I. hugs, 101:
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Wow, a phone number! I wonder if this is the kind you can call to get a secret code? (Although that is unlikely)
I searched it up on white pages and it isn't associated with anyone.. The area code is apparently in Carolina.
Time to call it.
Edit: It's just a dead number. No ARG.
11378705
No ARG, sorry. It's just Sweetie Bot spelled with a number pad.
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