Chapter 41: Golden Murdock (4)
Between Eastern and Southern Babel—Titan Tech’s secret lab, accessible only by a private elevator.
Riley walked the hallway, on her way to meet the white bird floating above the monitor—Whitey.
Beside her, Marcus followed with a tired look on his face.
"Why is it that whenever AI reads religious texts, it disappears even faster?"
Riley asked suddenly, something on her mind.
Marcus let out a sigh.
"Beats me. I don’t know either. One thing I’m sure of—it’s probably not something humans can understand. Same way we know jack shit about self-improving AI."
He paused, thinking, then added,
"If I remember right, the ninth AI that read the Heart Sutra didn’t even last twenty-four hours."
His gaze shifted to the transparent glass bottle in Riley’s hand.
"What’s that?"
Riley lifted the bottle a little.