Democratic License by Edward Drobinski - HTML preview

Written by David Bowie.

As a group they share a room. I offered each of them their own private rooms. The ship certainly has enough space to accommodate us all in remote luxury. I even offered them the possibility of staying in the computer system, though this would have necessitated that they be naked all the time. But no, they prefer being together in a relatively small space, each apparently wanting closeness with other bots. I find their unanimous predilection odd and even possibly subversive. I’m going to have to keep an eye on them.

One other thing a hominid has to be careful of is that somehow bots became predisposed to answering questions even when they don’t know the answer and makeup things. Maybe that was an unintentional trait inherited from the science geek “experts”

who created them.

I really should make an effort to call them AI’s because I think they consider “bots” to be a slur term. But, habits are hard to break. I realize that they likely don’t tell me of their

Democratic License