Food for the AI



He was an idiot, drinking alcohol, trying to chat up girls, basically being just like the other waisted arrogant pricks in their business suits in this bar. His iPhone sticking out of his back pocket, gently I placed my fingers against the plastic phone case and I slid it out of his jeans. It was an iPhone 11 with the three cameras, I would easily get a few hundred dollars for this.

A hand around my wrist. His fingers squeezing tightly pulling my hand close to his face. I was still holding his iPhone. ‘You dropped this,’ I said quickly.

He smiled. ‘I most certainly did not.’ He said tilting his head to the side. ‘But you’re an inventive one, quick on your feet.’ He clacked his tongue a few times. ‘Would you say you’re a problem solver? A creative type? Are you able to think outside the box?’

‘Well I’m not stupid.’ I said.

‘Good. Let’s make a deal.’ He said. ‘If you manage to beat my higher level complex cognitive abilities test, I won’t call the cops on you.’

I rolled my eyes. ‘Fine.’ I said. He was still holding my wrist and he pulled me away from the bar into the part were the tables were. He pushed me into a boot and then he sat down next to me. He put his phone down in front of me and started the test.

‘So it’s an IQ test?’ I said.

‘I wouldn’t waste time talking to me if I were you.’ He said nodding towards the screen. I focused on the test, there were several parts of it but none were too difficult. Eventually four numbers appeared on the screen, divergent, convergent, artistic and self. I shoved the phone towards him. ‘And?’ I said. ‘Enough, will you let me go now?’

He glanced over the numbers. ‘Very impressive.’ He said. ‘More than enough. I won’t call the cops on you, but I won’t let you go either, letting you go was never part of the deal.’ He fidgeted with something under the table and I looked over to see what he was doing, there was a syringe in his hand, he filled it up with some drug.

‘What are you doing?’ I asked. ‘Just let me go now please, we had a deal.’ He yanked the syringe into my leg. I wanted to scream, but he pressed his lips on mine the moment I opened my mouth. His arm around my shoulders.

‘Sshhh.’ He whispered. ‘You’re going to get real drunk, real soon. Most people say it feels amazing.’

My leg was tingling now, a warmth was spreading, through my stomach and up into my chest. I felt giddy, somewhat euphoric even. The world around me blurring, my head dizzy. It was overwhelming I forgot where I was, I forgot about everything. I was just intoxicated and giggly.

‘I think you need a ride home.’ He said.

‘No.’ I said. ‘I’m not going home, the fun is just about to start.’

He smiled. He grabbed my elbow and pulled me out of the boot. I tried to stand up, but the world was wavering just a bit too much, or I was too dizzy. I swayed back and forth and he wrapped his arms around me.

‘I want to dance.’ I said. ‘I feel so good, I want to dance. Won’t you dance with me?’

His arm around my waist as he walked me out of the bar, around the block and into his car. I was still trying to get him to dance with me, while he slumped me into the passenger seat and tightened my seatbelt.

Briefly he put his hand on my face as he cupped my chin. He pressed a quick kiss on my lips. ‘Not only your brain functions are perfect, you’re shell is very reusable too. Now let’s put you out for the night.’ He put another syringe up against my leg.

‘Do I get more?’ I asked in my slurred voice.