LIFE AND LIES #46 | Neil Nitin Mukesh

"All this talk of AI/ML and now...," said Neil, looking up from his smartphone. "AI has become sentient."

"AI will become truly sentient," began Nitin. "When all the pawns learn that their black or white color doesn't matter. All they have to do is turn around and impale the self-righteous SOBs standing behind them."

"Woah Nitin! Everything all right?" asked a startled Mukesh. On getting no response from Nitin, he tried to change the topic. "So I ran into Prachi yesterday in BKC. Did she break up with Gaurav?"

"Yes, Mukesh," replied Nitin. "That happened eons ago. It was followed by a vain attempt to set up Neil with her."

"She would have chewed him out," laughed Mukesh.

"Unfortunately," Nitin continued. "It didn't last as she was into French Revolution, unlike Neil who's into Russian. He was guillotined."

"To be fair," said Neil sounding low. "I think any non-paralyzed girl will chew me out."

"Come on, man! That isn't how you fight," Nitin tried to provoke Neil. "Pick up the damn arms."

"Actually," replied Neil. "I am more into Gandhi-style revolution."

"Get shot before you get credit for the work done," Nitin gave a quick retort.

"Or discredited, if we are actually going there," added Mukesh.

***

Original Art - 'Their salacious gossip suddenly turned into a conspiracy' by Duane Kirby Jensen

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