Drag'n'Drop Part1
Unfortunately he discovers that in the world of automation and efficiency it is easy to forget one's identity. i'm re-uploading this now that i have removed the ai generated content from the story.
Counter Earth Chronicles Fallen Empire Chapter 60: That Which Must Not Be Said (My Place In This World Part IV)
**\*perhaps he didn't only misdirected the entity.\*** the automated assistant theorized.
Counter Earth Chronicles Fallen Empire Chapter 118: A Greater Darkness Than The One We Fight
The automated assistants of the other prototypes have names, you should too.\*** the female automated assistant responded. **_\*why roadie?
Collared - Chapter 23 - Reversal
"automated emergency response intelligence." he called out. "this is the automated emergency response intelligence." a computerized voice replied. "good, listen up.
Nothing I Ever Had part I
They have already been fully trained but why they were on an automated transport didn't make sense. they are used for smuggling and low profile transportation of goods or slaves.
Counter Earth Chronicles Fallen Empire Chapter 87: What Was On The Mountain...
The automated assistant engaged hover mode as the storm approached our location on the mountainside.
Trojan Bot wants me bad.
Hehe...come talk to me over on the chat site haji tomson says i have a confession, i'm not really a 73 year old man, i'm an automated response bot. camgirl says a what?
Counter Earth Chronicles Chapter 138: Beyond The Grief
"it is a relay station for the signal that corrupted automated hover vehicles this past summer." "sir ram, what is the status of the signal now?" the dictator asked. "it has been shut down sire." the evil he beast said.
Spiral Nebula - Chapter 29
There's automated signals coming from all over the solar system of ships claiming to be heavily damaged. our shipyards and other space stations have fallen silent. there have been no answers to any of the distress calls.
Migratory Species
Traffic's still only automated. the sides of the trucks are flashing in the light, and, uhm." she hesitated and said the most beautiful thing of all. "i miss you."
Philadelphia's Confession
I can't sleep at night because i can hear the echoes of hurricanes over the pacific, and the gentle tickling of automated protocols sending telemetry from satellites, somewhere near the chips plugged into my spine.
Cracking Ships
"greetings salvager serathin," an automated voice said as he went over to the locker that would contain a fresh set of clothes for him. "it has been twelve hours since your death in your salvage bay.