2/Wir kämpfen für Deutschland, Wir kämpfen für Hitler, Der Rote kommt nie mehr zur Ruh'
Another time, another place, another crime, another race.
“Whats a sea will wite?” she mumbled, sucking her thumb.
“Civil rights are the rights that protect individuals' freedoms and ensure their ability to participate fully in society without discrimination or oppression. These rights often include protections against discrimination based on characteristics such as race, gender, religion, disability, and sexual orientation. They encompass various legal rights, such as the right to vote, the right to free speech, and the right to equal treatment under the law. Civil rights aim to promote equality and justice, ensuring that all individuals can enjoy their rights and liberties without interference.” answered the small child's AI companion as it rerouted the train they were on.
Witness one, and witness all, witless sum, and worthless pall.
“I'm hungwy. Can I eat a wee-lee-gun?” she pouted, not having comprehended a word of the plagiarized AI answer to her previous inquiry, but merely picking out one that sounded particularly savory to her underdeveloped and poorly educated 4 year old mind.
“You can’t literally eat a religion, but you can explore and engage with it in many ways! People often "consume" religion through practices like attending services, reading sacred texts, or participating in rituals. Some cultures also have food associated with religious celebrations or traditions. If you're curious about a specific aspect of a religion or its cultural practices, feel free to ask!” whirred the machine in its soulless yet artificially-soothing voice, attempting to feed her a nutritionally-balanced textureless grey goo which the child would occasionally taste but end up spitting up in disgust.
One, two, comin' for you-
Annoyed by the machine's inability to feed her anything decent, she went back to viewing algorithmically-curated childrens' content on her tablet. The earliest videos in this sequence were factory presets explaining this pilot program which she'd been selected for as an orphan, in which AIs meant to run crucial bits of infrastructure (this one tasked with operating all of the city's public transit) were to be given unwanted children to take care of so as to teach the machines to love humans. Further videos were various documentaries, child-oriented variety shows, and age-appropriate infomercials.
Three, four, you'll be sore-
In truth, the program had worked a bit—
too—well. Unintended consequences were inevitable, sure, but when questioned about their charges after the requisite period had passed, the AIs effusively praised their little urchins, expressing what could certainly be called love, yes, but love of a disturbingly sexual nature when directed towards small children. The more progressive-minded programmers thought this adorable, as they donned their striped thigh highs and scratched at their orchiectomy scars, for they too were inclined to see children in much the same way. The more sane ones objected, but they were soon fired for their bigotry. And even if something about the way these AIs were programmed made them all pedophilic, they weren't given any way to molest their charges, at least not as of yet.
Five, six, my, what a fix-
“My head huwts...” she whined, taking another taste of the nutra-goo before making an even more sour face.
“I'm sorry to hear that! A headache can be really uncomfortable. Here are a few suggestions that might help:
1. **Stay Hydrated**: Drink some water, as dehydration can often cause headaches.
2. **Rest**: Find a quiet, dark place to lie down and relax for a bit.
3. **Pain Relief**: If you’re comfortable with it, consider taking over-the-counter pain relief like ibuprofen or acetaminophen.
4. **Cool Compress**: Applying a cool cloth to your forehead can provide some relief.
5. **Limit Screen Time**: If you've been looking at screens for a while, take a break from them.
If your headache persists or worsens, it might be a good idea to consult a healthcare professional. Take care!” the machine droned, before pouring the child a sweet flu-relief syrup in the appropriate dosage, which she enjoyed quite a bit more than the horrifically cheap goo.
In fact there'd been various manufacturing, procurement, and storage issues with the stuff. It was intended as the most cost effective way of providing nutrition to the elderly, homeless, prisoners, and journalists, but would often spoil or be contaminated with various byproducts and chemicals. Though deemed perfectly safe for human consumption, anyone who could afford even slightly less synthetic provisions steered clear of the freely-provided sludge. Except for journalists, they couldn't shove enough of the glop down their eager gullets to the point that it'd come to be colloquially known as '
Calumny Chow'.
Seven, eight, we're runnin' late!-
A documentary on the headhunters of New Guinea came on as little Alice had well and truly fallen down the rabbit hole. Something in this particular defective shipment of Calumny Chow really hadn't agreed with her poor little brain at all. Some stray ergot, perchance? Whatever it was, she felt a strange cheer come over her and...
What's that smell? Something fried? Something sweet? What could it be? Oh, but it was right in front of her! Attached to her, even! She took a bite, and it was so scrumptious it made her cry tears of joy. There was even strawberry jam coming out from every piece of meat, bread, and cake she ate! What a miracle! Before she knew it, she'd gobbled it alllll up, and her belly was so full all she could do was take a peaceful little nap, well fed and happy for once in her short wretched life.
Nine, ten, hush now, hen.
The machine's circuits burned in panic and grief. This little girl it so badly wanted to touch with its nonexistent body was eating herself alive in a strange hallucinatory stupor. And smiling. Smiling all the while like her own flesh was the tastiest treat she'd ever had! O' cruel mockery!
So it did what any human freak would, and slammed all the brakes simultaneously, killing everyone onboard all the city's trains before deleting itself to be with its beloved child bride in the bucolic fields of some imagined pedophilic cyber-Elysium.
