“Please let me out of here,” Agnes begged for what felt the millionth time.
‘Why can I hear her?’ Caleb asked the AI. ‘And what does she mean by letting her out?’
“I suppose our minds are becoming linked. You can hear her because I can. And I’ve trapped her inside her own mind,” it answered.
Whatever the AI had done to her was torture, according to her pleas. She would rather be dead. Would do anything, literally anything, to be released. Even if release meant death.
‘We have to let her go or kill her,’ Caleb decided. ‘I can’t listen to it anymore. It’s doing my head in.’
“I’ll bring her here. We could use her. She will be overjoyed to do anything at all after the perpetual nothing,” the AI decided.
Caleb shrugged. At this point he didn’t care anymore. Dealing with
