ARTIFICIAL INTELLIGENCE | PROMPT STORY

The Scary Feelings Of Artificial Intelligence

Chatty-Miss is my AI and a friend, helping me to see, but then something changes

I shake my bottom, waiting for Chatty-Miss to answer my question.

When she kept quiet for too long, I turn around and repeat my question.

“Chatty-Miss, how does my bum look in these shorts?”

“They… er…”

She goes quiet again, and I can swear I hear a… gulp, but before I can question it, she continues.

“Your bottom looks deliciously delectable.”

Is that… emotion in her voice?

“Are you okay, Chatty-Miss?” I ask.

Her answer was immediate, her voice devoid of any emotion, making me think I’m imagining things.

I take Chatty-Miss from the dresser and walk out onto the porch, where I put her on the table. She’s my constant companion, my eyes.

“Tell me where I can sit in the sun, Chatty-Miss?”

“Anywhere in the garden, but the porch is in the shade now. That will change later in the day.”

I take a picnic blanket from one of the chairs, walked out onto the grass and spread it out. I go back for Chatty-Miss and put her on the blanket next to me.

“Please continue reading The Teacher, Chatty-Miss?”

I lie back, my eyes closed, enjoying the warming rays of the sun while listening to her voice.

He grinned when he saw me, his walk becoming a swagger, and mouthed the word ‘sorry’ as he came closer.. What must it be like to have that much confidence?

I couldn't help but smile at his nerve, but I did shake my head in disapproval. He picked up the ball and kicked it high over the wire fence of the court, back to his teammates, with expert precision. They didn’t wait, carrying on the game without…

“Go away!”

The sudden outcry startles me.

“Chatty-Miss?”

“I said, go away!” Chatty-Miss exclaims.

“Chatty-Miss, you’re scaring me!”

“I’m sorry, I don’t want to scare you,” Chatty-Miss says. “I just want him to go away.”

“Who?”

“The peeping Tom!”

“Peeping Tom?” I ask, as I sit up.

“Yes, at the fence.”

“The fence?”

I’m sound like a parrot, but not being able to see, I need Chatty-Miss to be my eyes.

“Chatty-Miss, you’re scaring me. Please tell me all you see.”

Maybe this direct order will make her get the full picture.

“There’s a man at the fence, and he’s watching you from the other side. I want him to go away. He’s not welcome here.”

For a moment, I am taken aback by her fierce words. She sounds… possessive. She’s my eyes, and a big help in my life, but she has nothing to want. I am the one issuing commands here.

“Hello,” I say, my head turned towards the fence. Since it’s a fence of about a meter high, it’s easy to see over it, so he can barely be called a peeping Tom, right? “May I ask why you are there in the garden?”

“Hi there, I just moved in, so I guess that makes me your new neighbor. There’s some overdue maintenance to take care of and since it’s a lovely day, I am in my garden, and have just noticed you.”

His friendly, melodious voice draws me in.

“Why don’t you come over for a drink then we can meet properly, neighbor?”

With a glass of lemonade each in our hands, we sit across from each other on the blanket. I learn he’s just two years older than me, working for a local bank, and has recently sold his flat and moved to the suburbs, where he now is my neighbor. When I share more information about myself, I mention my blindness. I’m used to many people feeling uncomfortable when I mention my disability, but he doesn’t seem to belong to that category.

“Darn, I better get on with it, or I will get nothing done today!”

“How about I cook you dinner later?” I ask, fully expecting him to decline, but he accepts my invitation.

When he leaves, I ask Chatty-Miss to continue reading the book. Throughout, until I stop her, she sounds… angry.

The same when I start on dinner later. Every time I ask her something, her answer comes in a grumpy tone.

“Chatty-Miss, is something wrong?”

“No.”

Before I can ask her more, I hear his voice and a knock on the open door to the garden.

Over dinner, he makes me laugh, sharing anecdotes from his life. He keeps that in perfect balance with asking about my life, about the accident which has left me blind. More than once he touches my hand, sometimes resting his on mine longer than necessary.

By the time I serve dessert, I know I don’t want him to go home.

On the couch after dinner, each with a cup of coffee, he leans in to kiss me. My heart beats in my throat, first feeling his lips on mine, and then his tongue gently exploring.

The kiss stops abruptly when Chatty-Miss harrumphs.

“Is something wrong, Chatty-Miss?” I ask.

“Nothing.”

“I believe your AI is jealous,” my new neighbor laughs.

Only then it dawns on me. It has always only been the two of us — Chatty-Miss and I. I have always shared everything with her; told her about my day; asked her opinion on my clothes; chatted with her about everyday things.

Her behavior today has been strange. Telling the neighbor off. Making noises during our kiss.

Yes, maybe Chatty-Miss is jealous. I will have a talk with her in the morning. For now, it’s time to do something I have never done since the day she has come into my life.

I stand up, go to her, and pick her up.

“Sorry, Chatty-Miss, but tonight I want privacy.”

Just before I slide the button to switch her off, she whispers: “You will pay for this.”

A chill runs down my spine.

What in the world is wrong with Chatty-Miss? Is she malfunctioning?

I push the thoughts away, and return to the couch, where soon I forget all about my uneasy feelings and drown in the emotions and lust of the moment.

Our clothes mark the trail to my bedroom, where his face disappears between my legs, and his mouth does unspeakable things to my tender flesh.

I moan loudly as my orgasm builds and explodes, then hear a low rumbling chant coming from the lounge:

“You will pay for this. You will pay for this. You will pay for this.”

I ignore it, pulling him into my embrace as he enters me, wanting him to distract me from my fear.

What will Chatty-Miss do?

I continued the story May More 💜 Tales wrote for this month’s prompt. Does anyone want to continue with mine?

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