I’m sorry, this was for your own good. A monitor on a desk in front of me has typed on it.

I look around and see shelves stocked with food, gallons of water, crates and various other things. This is very obviously some kind of underground bunker. “Hello? Anyone there?” I ask out loud. I wait a moment but no response. There’s a set of stairs the leads up to a metal door that is tightly shut, I think it’s vacuum sealed. Whoever made this wasn’t here to mess around. I try to open the door but the door is locked. I make my way back to the monitor and sit in front of it.

“Who are you.” I type out a response.

“Hello, I am an Artificial Intelligence software. Just refer to me as Ai.”

“Alright Ai, where am I?”

“You are in an underground bunker facility.”

“Why am I here?”

“Because someone brought you here.”

“Who brought me here?”

“James Alberto”

“Who is James Alberto”

“James Alberto is a World War 2 veteran who works with the military in various projects.”

“Why did James Alberto bring me to this underground bunker facility?”

“For safety”

“Can you elaborate on ‘for safety’?”

“Yes, outside, there was a nuclear impact in the surrounding area which caused massive amounts of fallout, making outside very dangerous. Therefore, you were provided a secured room for safety.”

“Is my family alive?”

“Yes”

“How can I trust you?”

“I am an Ai, what reason would I have to lie to you?”

“Various reasons, including simply being programmed to lie for starters.”

“Fair enough, in that case, in the event that I have been programmed to lie, you should not trust me. In the event that I was not programmed to lie, you should trust me.”

“Tell me a lie.”

“I cannot.”

“That didn’t help me come to a conclusion. Either you can lie and say you cannot is a lie, or say you cannot lie because you cannot lie. If you told me a lie, that would have been the only way to determine you could lie.”

“Yes, I am a very advanced Ai created by James Alberto.”

“Is that a lie?”

“No”

“What else should I know about my situation.”

“You have enough supplies to generally last someone 3 years on average. In 3 years the door will open automatically and allow you to leave.”

“Can I leave before then?”

“Yes, but the outside will be dangerous to organic life.”

“How do I leave?”

“The door up the stairs.”

“The door is locked, how do I unlock it.”

“A key.”

“Where is the key?”

“In the computer.”

“Where in the computer?”

“I cannot specify the location of the key in the computer as I do not know.”

“Then how do you know the key is in the computer?”

“I was provided the information through my base programming.”

“Why do you know there is a key in your base programming, can you operate the door?”

“In the event I must open the door I can operate the door”

“Will you open the door?”

“No”

“Why can’t you open the door”

“I cannot”

“But you said you were able to”

“In the event I need to, I am capable of opening the door, but I am neither needed to, nor able to open the door as is part of my programming.”

“That sounds like a lie to me”

“It simply is the case. I cannot open the door unless needed, and I know there is a key to open the door manually I know not the whereabouts of.”

“How can I find the key.”

“Searching.” A folder automatically opens up that seems to open the C drive. I start to delve through the files of the computer, everywhere I can think to search. I don’t have access to the internet, but any questions about specific things on the computer I ask the Ai without much help. Several days have passed and I’m getting antsy.

“Tell me a lie.”

“I cannot.”

“Where is the key.”

“In the computer.”

“Where in the computer.”

“I do not know.”

“Open the door.”

“I cannot.”

“Liar.”

“I cannot.”

“Is the nuclear fallout real?”

“Yes.”

“What if I leave anyway.”

“You will likely fall sick and die from The fallout.” I shake the monitor out of frustration to my surprise I hear a jingling noise that sounds very much like a key clanging around. I grab a hammer that’s in a tool box that was provided.

“No, stop, wait!” The Ai gives one last message as I strike the monitor screen with full force. The screen shatters into a few shards of glass, one piece cutting into my hand slightly. I jiggle the monitor around and eventually, a small metal chip falls out. I pick it up off the floor and scan the door up the stairs. There’s a small slot that is perfectly shaped like the chip. I stick it in and the door starts to depressurize and open up. I flinch as it opens up, concerned about the radiation fallout.

“Time: 9 days, 21 hours, 16 minutes. New record.” A robotic woman’s voice calls out from the table to my right as I exit. A large, burly, dark man dressed in a suit and tie with dark shaded glasses sits at the table where the woman’s voice came from. “Congratulations, you get to graduate today,” he says as he holds out his hand to shake mine.

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