AI Defective

I need them to stop the train. I might have use the rope to fix the portal. Time is running out to find out what is happening in the C cell tunnel. They stabbed him right in front of the staff, and it was a bloody mess. I get asked quite often if it bothers me to see the things I’ve seen and I have to say, yes. I’m human after all. One of the few left.

People are talking excitedly about some great discovery before they exit the train. I’m excited to get some whiskey in my blood to stop the shake. The C cell tunnel is close by. I can walk from here, I stop by the liquor store and grab a bottle,start chugging and throw the bottle in the gutter. Crisis diverted. I open my nav to cut the security analog, and I am in.

I've got to move quickly. I don't know how long this pass com will last, but if it continues for more than a half hour, the signal will be fried. It's already weak as hell. My fingers dance over the keys until I arrive at the location of the first train car that went through. There are only eight cars so far. I check the time. Exactly twenty-four minutes since the last one came through. I am not going to be able to avoid the bots without detection and I still need to make it to the other end of the line where the second set of rails were cut. The place where his torso was found. I buy another bottle and down it like an animal. This is my life now. I'm an alcoholic and an adrenaline junkie. I think about the portal closing. What do I want? I want to go home. I want to see my family again. I want to live with dignity like everyone else. I want to see what lies beyond. I want to know what happened to my wife.

The next train is coming in ten minutes. I pack up and head off.

(this entire story was written by artificial intelligence)

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