The nurse was approaching. He instinctively knew.
- Another?
- Yes.
- Complete wipeout?
- Yes.
- Selling memories gone wrong?
- No.
- Stolen?
- Yes.
- Including the building blocks for social and cognitive functions?
- Yes.
- Ten in two days. Almost like an epidemic. Do we have enough synthetic units?
- Yes.
- Are police investigating?
- Yes.
- Any progress?
- The black market is silent. Whoever did this is not selling yet. All victims are very mature with authentic memories, the most valuable kind. One thing is strange, though. The last image their vision system registered is a cat in their lap. According to families – none had a cat.
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Kal, a quantum-powered AI, was inspecting artificial cats. It was hard to distinguish them from carbon-based specimens.
He was pleased. Ten new authentic memories in his collection - ten humans upgraded and marked by synthetic memories he generated.
He knew it would work. Humans are biased – they would surrender anything to a load of cuteness. They generalize. They try not to move when a cat “chooses” them. “Catorize” them. Steal their memories. Win war. Rule the world. So simple.
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