by Izzie Roughton '22
Ink is thrilled to announce the publication of our second serial novel, AI: Apocalyptic Intelligence, with its first chapter, by junior Izzie Roughton. Izzie's writing will be published as a chapter periodically, and readers can follow the book on this website!
Present day: Year 2101
My neck hurt from bending over the rim of my bathtub. The water that swirled across my line of vision was stained green by the dye I was washing from my once pitch black hair.
“Hopefully my neck won't get stuck at this angle,” I said, wincing as I adjusted my position slightly.
“That would be physically impossible. You could twist your bone in a way that could injure it, or you could simply become stiff. You are not yet old enough for common arthritis, so you should not worry. Although, it is quite possible you may become stiff,” a metallic female voice said from my left.
Groaning, but keeping my head tipped back, I sat up.
“I know that, I’m just saying. It could happen.”
A metal robot with a spherical head and feminine body was standing expectantly beside the tub, an instructional pamphlet in her chrome, four-fingered hands.
Devi was a droid, not a robot created by the AI, or really I should say, the Artificial Intelligence. After we lost control of the AI, I guess humans realized they couldn’t live without some sort of robotic help, so they created droids.