blindspot

"It's rabbit poop", I squinted at a small batch of miniature brown egg-shaped dung, "undeniably small, brown, and pebble-shaped, Ma'am."

Stacey visibly annoyed, retorted, "first off, not Ma'am. It's Miss. Ma'am's your mother. Secondly, rabbits haven't existed since last century. The last AI crisis completely eradicated the specie because some asshole miscalculated the parameters and now nature is uninhabitable for rabbits. We can miscalculate the AI, but AI never miscalculates its outcomes."

I crouched down and poked at one of the brown pebbles with the back of my pen. I flattened the clay-like consistency pebble, its composition showed blades of yellow, brown, green grass mixed into the brown dough. "I can take it back to the lab, but I'm 99.9% sure this is rabbit poop." I could feel the hair on the back of my neck standing up. If this is true, it could mean that the AI have blindspots...immunity from AI's calculated reach. This is big. This is really really big.

I took out a ziplock bag and laid its opening on the ground; I flicked each pebble into it. Zipped it up, "I'll let you know once I get the lab results."