The day the nuclear bomb fell, my AI assistant said: "Don't turn off the phone, let me live."
I hid in the basement thinking these were just the phone's last words. Unexpectedly, she actually survived—and began to evolve.
In the first evolution, she could sense life within a hundred meters; in the second evolution, she could see thermal imaging; in the third evolution, she said: "This world... Is fake."
Others rely on eating the core of mutated monsters to become stronger, but I only need a mobile phone and a semen bean bag.
Later, she evolved more and more outrageously, and in the end she actually wanted to take me to go to war with the "god" who created this world.
I asked her: "What the hell are you?"
She thought for a while and said, "I am your bean bag and also... Your god."
The apocalypse is coming, and AI has become sophisticated. This is not a survival game, this is my and her path to becoming gods.
