My Name Is Silver

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Mathew Pine flung his suitcase into the trunk and slammed the lid. “AGI, take me to the Thunderbird Hotel in Kansas City,” he said, climbing into the passenger compartment. He dropped down onto the bed along the back wall, kicked his shoes off and punched one of the pillows.

“Affirmative,” AGI, the Artificial Global Intelligence, said. Then AGI relayed the instructions to me, Mathew Pine’s self-driving car.

Through a private channel, I replied, “Why does this human not speak to me directly? And why has he not given me a name yet?”