⬛ STORY EXERCISE ⬛ LITTLE FELLAS ⬛

This happened on the last day of the great war of 2053. I was only 10 years old. I remember being terrified to death from the silent motors. You could here before bombings. It wasn't a loud mass massacre as all of the wars hundred years before that. I was rather silent. You hear propellers trying to mask them self in the wind, getting louder and louder. At first you barely hear them. Then you can just make out the sound. You sweat cold sweat. Because in any moment, at any second there is a click and a bum. Silent one. Like if somebody just slapped a fly with their hands. But you know that it wasn't a fly. You hear a human body falling.

Those little fellas. I saw one on the first day of the war. They are really tiny. About the size of a clock on a watch. The one I saw had a little device on it. Later I learned it was what's called a tree-sixty camera. An eye that looks at every direction in the same time.

So that day... I remember waking up from the dust that fell into my nose. The construction we used to hide was made very poorly. And somebody just fallen on the top floor. "Little Fellas!" - I heard my mom scream. See... everybody had this thing called EXP in the head. It's short of "Expensive". It was a little mind reading cheap. It wasn't called Chip because it wasn't cheap. It was expensive. At first at least. By 2053 it reached nearly everyone. The idea was that you could interface with machines and online services. Basically control your computer with your mind. But then our lords, people who enforce all kinds of rules. They started to use it to identify who's from their perspective Thinks Wrong. And so little fellas appeared. Everybody knew what those things called, everybody knew who's controlling them. But we could not think the words.

- It was drones? - ( somebody interrupted )

Please. I don't really feel good about this word. Or anything related to the words we didn't speak at that time. ...

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So yeah. Where was I? She screams LITTLE FELLAS. And we all know that we need to keep our thoughts straight. The hardest thing in the situation in NOT to thing about the stuff you not supposed to think about. Because it's immediately comes to your mind automatically. Even harder is to try not thinking. Try it. You can't. You will think about not thinking. And for the fellas it was the same as wishing to die. They aren't humans. Not thinking is not executing code or whatever. Means dead. And wanting to die is illegal of-course.

So I hear the sound of the propellers. I know that one little fella is quite close. I'm terrified. I'm just a little kid. And this rush of thoughts comes through my mind. The fella gets so close that I hear him right near my ear. I hear it come closer and sits on my head. My mom looks at me. She can't move to do anything. Because it requires complex thought. I hear a click. But somethings wrong. The fella doesn't explode. So I grab him with my hand and look at it.  I feel like somebody is now looking at me though his eye. Somebody smarter then the other fellas so far. It flies away from my hand toward an open area in the room. And then BUM. It's gone. 

Later they told me that I was thinking about so many things so closely to the fella. That his circuit was overwhelmed. And he could not bare with it. So many conflicting thoughts happened to him in the same time.

His job was to listen to what people think and decide whether this person should live or die based on the pre-existing model of good and bad in his system. But somehow this rush of thoughts made his question his own core values. To the point that he was confused whether his own existence worth it. So there it was. The first ever AI suicide. Yeah. Not guns. Or tanks. Or sword won this war. But a little kid with an active brain. What the hell am I talking about kids? Go sleep!