Karli Healey
Stories (2/0)
Offline: Chapter 2
Being inside the Future™ Headquarters felt like a giant camera was watching you at all times. There was an audible hum in the air, like that of bees, but not quite bees. A constant whir that sent chills down your spine and made the hair on the back of your neck stand up. An electric current surging through your body, making your fingertips tingle. There was a feeling that even in the darkest corners you were being followed, watched. Sensing that he was being watched, Trent looked behind him. "Welcome to the future, Trent." The synthetic female voice echoed throughout the halls of the headquarters. How do you know my name? He thought, as thoughts were the only privacy that was left in this age. By collecting search engine data, the artificial intelligence was able to semi-accurately predict what the average human brain was thinking at a given time. The voice in the walls said, "Upon walking into our facility, my facial recognition algorithm instantaneously paired your face with your name." A rush of euphoria ran through his bloodstream as he realised that he actually was living in the future. It dawned on him because here he was, having a conversation with a robot who auto-predicted what he was thinking almost before he thought it. "You are a contest winner and received an invitation to be our guest at the Future Headquarters™ and receive a special gift."
By Karli Healey7 years ago in Futurism
Offline: Chapter 1
"Powering on. Welcome to Future™." A monotone, synthetic female-like voice echoed through the surround-sound. The genius mind and the face of Future™ smiled invitingly on the loading screen. He was one considered to be photogenic with his hair neatly groomed and his dimples deep. His name, Philander Pierce. "We are living in a time, where the lines between man and machine are blurring. Future™ is the future." His confidence in himself came off as rather charming than arrogant when paired with his mild-manneredness. The image of him faded and in bold letters the word future was spelled out, and under trademark, as if the future didn't belong to everyone. "Loading Future™." The female-esque voice reverberated.
By Karli Healey7 years ago in Futurism