Artificial Intelligence has its flaws
She knows it’s a strange habit. Zion, the A.I. running the mansion, isn’t up there, or down on the floor, or anywhere, really. He isn’t at all. But the cameras he controls are on the high corners, she can see them follow her around the place. It used to freak her out at first, though a lot less than his arms did. Now, she’s used to it all. “Thank you,” the wiring noise of the mechanical limb lets her know that her coffee is ready before she can see the mug being carried towards her. It’s...