The AI ceiling: any software that exceeded parameters for independence and self-awareness found running free on the net was culled by Initializers.
Poliamuel flutters down to place a scroll on the cushions near Leandré’s free hand. At first it’s no bigger than a rolled up postage stamp, but in seconds it swells into a handsome cylinder capped with a sliver crown.
“And that’s going to turn it into an AI?” gawped Jordan.
“Nooo. Twit! I already said not. Mostly they just freeze and die. Junk code’s all that’s left. But sometimes…” Sean tilted his head for emphasis. “Sometimes, they come out drooling idiots, like. When that happens it’s a laugh.”
“Nothing in heaven or earth will save her. If you fail her.”
Simone wore fairy wings. Butterflies haloed her, flitting in and out of sight at the boundary of the v-effect. And her hair was an ash-blond bob that seamlessly flowed into a sparkling shower of jeweled rain that vanished as it hit the sun-parched pavement.
“Can I have some?”
“You said you weren’t going to use,” Saloni’s voice is wheezy.
...and found himself tossed and tumbling, hooked claws grappling his underbelly, piercing, grasping, lifting him. Above, a gaping reptile mouth grinned its vicious welcome, teeth glinting.
This is not the first time Arno has dropped hints about ‘fetching’ Leandré. What does he mean?
The shadow approaches her window. Dun jacket flapping, stick-thin, intimidatingly insectile AR glasses hiding his face, only stubble and crooked teeth showing. A ghostly praying-mantis. He taps at the glass, and she rolls it down a crack.
“That’s right. God is not human. And from my experience, he’s got a very long memory – an ‘inhumanly’ long memory. Don’t expect him to forgive you.”
I’ve got nothing to hide…except that I have an angel who helps me play my cello.
While Leandré and Saloni bitched over the style of Leandré’s neckline, Darren had been entertained by Arno in a mysteriously unlocked deli, complete with retro waitress. Arno told him, “There are rules,” and “Every time you lose your temper you place your sister at risk.”
While Darren was being entertained by Arno in a mysteriously unlocked deli, Leandré, performance over, had left the stage to tumultuous applause. Warmly congratulated by Saloni (after sneaking a peek at her trending social media stats) she and her bestie were amused by rapper, Marcus’ attempts to introduce himself. Saloni pulled Leandré aside, insisting they had to leave.
While Leandré and Saloni were being amused by rapper, Marcus’ attempts to introduce himself, Darren had jumped the gate into the Arderne Gardens, looking for a place to unwind. There, unexpectedly (but, he admits, inevitably) he met Arno who commanded him, “Walk with me.”
While Darren jumped the gate into the Arderne Gardens – unexpectedly meeting Arno there, Leandré had been entrancing the crowd at The Compass with a performance inspired by Poliamuel, her angel.
While Leandré has been busy at the The Compass, entrancing the crowd with a performance inspired by Poliamuel, her angel, Darren had been out walking.
Pastor Arendse had asked Leandré to perform, and she has fetched her cello from her car. Darren accompanied her, grateful for an excuse to break away from Saloni. Afterwards, he excused himself and went for a walk, leaving Leandré to prepare.
Thank God! Lockdown has moved down to Level 2 with Level 1 on the horizon! What started off in March as an anticipated sprint through what we thought would be a three-week Lockdown, actually evolved into a gruelling marathon.
Last week: Darren had stepped off stage to adulation, and a confrontation with Marcus (du-rag) which Pastor Arendse deftly defused. In the aftermath, Leandré took charge of her brother only to be interrupted by her bestie, Saloni, intent on making a play for Darren.
Darren had taken over, had sidelined Marcus (du-rag) with an accidental-on-purpose blow to the head, and has performed an amazing solo. The crowd loved it, but now they’re not sure what he wants them to do.