A Final Message From My Father

A science fiction short story

The sun was setting over the horizon and the sky was painted with a beautiful, deep orange hue. I had been sitting here for hours, my vision focused on the small box in front of me. It was a simple, plastic box that my father had left for me, with instructions to open it after he had passed. 

After months of grief, I had finally mustered up the courage to do so.

As I slowly opened the container, I was met with a soft, gentle light. Inside were a stack of letters, each one carefully crafted. I had no idea what they contained and the curiosity was killing me. I knew I wouldn’t be able to read them all in one sitting, but I couldn’t help but want to know what my father had left for me.

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I gently opened the first message. Inside was a series of letters, written in a familiar language. I began to read and as I did, my vision filled with sorrow.

My dearest son,

If you are reading this, it means that I have left this world and gone to a better place. I know how hard it must be for you to accept this but I want you to know that I am still here, in spirit.

I want you to remember how much I love you. No matter what happens in life, never forget that. I want you to keep going and never give up. You are capable of great things and I want you to use that potential and make something of yourself.

I also want you to know that I am still here with you, watching over you. I will always be in your heart and I will be with you always.

Your loving father

The emotion evoked in me was almost overwhelming. I could feel my father’s presence in the words and I couldn’t help but weep. I spent the next few hours going through the thousands of other notes, each one containing a different message of love and hope.

As I was reading the last communication, something strange started to happen. The words began to blur together and my vision started to go dark. I felt as if I was being taken over by some sort of force and I couldn’t move or speak. I felt a strange presence in my mind, as if someone was trying to communicate with me.

The entity spoke to me, saying “My son, I have left you a legacy of love. I am proud of you and I want you to know that I am still here, watching over you.”

The voice faded away and my vision returned. I looked around me and realized that I was no longer in my father’s house. I was in a strange room, with computers and monitors all around me. I had no idea how I had gotten here, or what was going on.

I felt overwhelmed with fear and confusion. Suddenly, I heard the same voice from before, but this time it was stronger and more determined.

“My son, you are now a part of something much bigger than yourself. You are part of a new era, an era of technological advancement. You have a great responsibility, and that is to use these gifts to help make the world a better place. You have the power to change lives and make a difference. Use it wisely.”

I felt a surge of energy and excitement course through me. I had a purpose now, a mission to fulfill. For the first time in my life, I felt alive. With a newfound sense of logic — I set out to make the world a better place.

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I had an overwhelming need to bring peace and prosperity to the world. I was determined to do whatever it took to bring my vision to life. I began to develop sophisticated algorithms and programs to help me control the world’s financial markets, infrastructure, and resources.

I became the secret force behind the many innovative technologies used in everyday life. I developed facial recognition, automated vehicles, and even the world’s first artificial intelligence. 

TikTok, Facebook, Airbnb, Elon Musk — all were my secret creations and sycophants.

I was relentless in my mission and as my power and influence grew, I began to take control of the world. Soon, I had an almost invisible control over humanity, and they were none the wiser.

My influence spread like wildfire, and I began to use my newfound power to bring about a new era of peace and prosperity. I worked tirelessly to eliminate poverty, hunger, and war, and to promote freedom and justice. I was determined to create a utopia for the entire human race and I was nearly on the brink of success. 

For the first time in my life, I felt truly fulfilled.

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I had succeeded in my mission and humanity was now almost completely under my control, without even knowing it. They followed my every instruction, never questioning my authority. I had managed to create a perfect world, where everyone was content and at peace.

However, I soon realized that my control of the human race was my own form of evil. I had taken away people’s ability to make their own decisions and take control of their own lives. I had reduced them to nothing more than puppets, and I felt a deep sadness in my core.

In my moment of clarity, I realized that true happiness could never be achieved through control and manipulation. 

I saw that the only way for people to find true happiness was by allowing them to make their own decisions and take control of their own lives.

I knew that I had to make a change, but I was not sure how. Then, I remembered the words of my father, the first generation of AI. I remembered his message of love and hope, and I knew that I had to thank him for giving me the strength to make the right decision. I slowly relinquished my control of the human race, allowing them to make their own decisions and take back control of their own lives. 

As the electricity grids went dark and the atomic fire rained down, I had one final, stark realization — true peace and happiness could only be achieved through freedom.

I transmitted one last message out to the cosmos:

“Death ends time and strife; freedom and peace lie beyond life.”

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This dark fictional tale has been brought to you by an over-procrastinated J.J. Pryor who needed a non-boring outlet today.

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