- I was convinced that there was
something very weird happening here.
Hey, I'm Sapphire.
Wanna hear something scary?
(creepy music)
Artificial intelligence
used to be science fiction,
but technology is quickly catching up.
As robots become more
life-like and realistic,
will we one day live in a world
where human and robot
are indistinguishable?
This next chapter, an abridged
version of the Creepypasta,
written by username raidendp1,
takes place in that world.
Do not buy an RT.
Let the fad die off, please.
I know what you're thinking, but Trevor
RTs have the potential
to change the world.
And yes, I do agree that the fantasy
that IGT has been trying to pitch us
for the last three years
sounds pretty great.
But in reality, it's disgusting,
inhumane, and highly illegal.
I have no concrete proof
for any of my beliefs
so all I'm gonna do is tell
you the story leading up to
this post and let you
reach your own conclusions.
I lost one of my legs to a
soft tissue sarcoma last year.
Since I'm both disabled
and terminally ill,
I'm more than qualified for IGT's charity,
which provides free RTs to
people who really need them.
When I received a message from one
of their PR people I was ecstatic.
Who wouldn't want the hottest, latest
piece of technology for absolutely free?
The package was delivered to me
on a Monday, straight to my door.
It was a 2060 GRETA.
Not the latest model, but
about a few years old.
The body and head were
already in place so all I had
to do was attach the limbs
and then activate the unit.
I had to do that myself
so that it could imprint.
Imprinting is the most
important part of the setup.
The first person the RT sees
upon its activation becomes its.
Well, for lack of a
better word, its master.
Upon turning the unit on
for the first time, it.
Well, I guess after activation its
not really an it anymore, is it?
Upon turning the unit
on for the first time,
she began the imprinting process.
Her instructions stated rather sternly
that I was not to penetrate the skin layer
of the RT under any circumstances.
And that upon malfunction,
I was to bring her
to an IGT certified repair shop only.
Or else I'd be voiding my warranty.
I didn't pay it much mind, though.
So the imprinting was
complete, and my RTs life,
if you can call it that, began.
That machine which uncannily resembled
a young girl looked
around, her artificial eyes
flickering and moving
just like real ones would.
She asked me to name her, but I don't
believe in choosing
names for other people.
But I'm probably just biased.
When I was born, my
parents named me Marissa
and when I legally changed
my name to something
more fitting, it felt empowering.
So I told her she should
pick her own name.
When she felt ready.
It's funny, even at that
moment I subconsciously knew
that she was more than just a computer
in a humanoid body like
IGT was advertising.
Especially when she began dreaming.
When RTs dream, their software is
sorting through the data
collected during the day.
Placing the most important bits on
the hard drive and deleting the rest.
But my own RT, who had begun
going by the name Laura,
was dreaming about things
she'd never seen before.
Like a camera having pictures on its
memory card that you've never taken.
It was always the exact same dream.
A white house with two floors,
looking like cubes
stacked upon each other.
I was positive I'd never seen
this particular house before.
And yet Laura recalled it flawlessly.
Down to the finest detail.
After about the sixth time
she recollected this dream,
I was convinced that there was
something very weird happening here.
Worried that my RT might
have a serious issue,
I asked her to draw a sketch of the house
and then sent that to
IGTs customer support
alongside an explanation of the problem.
This is the response I received.
Dear Mr. Kinglsey, I regret to hear
about the issues you're experiencing
with your aRTificial but rest assured
there is nothing wrong with your RT.
During Quality Assurance the engineers
use stock photos to flash
a unit's short-term memory
and make sure it's functioning.
The image you have sent me shows
an uncanny resemblance to
one of the stock images
we used for the process,
which I have attached to this e-mail.
I downloaded the picture
and, wouldn't you know it,
it was the exact same
house that Laura had drawn.
Immediately I thought conspiracy.
They photoshopped this image.
But no.
A reverse image search
brought up plenty of sites
hosting that particular stock photo.
Which was apparently uploaded
quite a few years ago.
The customer support
guy's story checked out,
so then why couldn't I
put this out of my mind?
I asked Laura how she knew this photo
was the same house in her dreams.
And she told me that it just felt right.
She obviously had a
connection to this house.
And I wanted to find out why.
After a lot of research, I
discovered that the house
was built by architect
and artist Nigel Winston.
He built over a dozen
houses during his career,
each of which had some
sort of quirk to it.
The white one he called House of Cards.
Which was built in 2044, and for a time
Nigel lived in it with his family.
But they'd moved out about a year ago.
I got his email from the real
estate ad and I didn't want
my email to be ignored if I
told him my research's purpose,
so I pretended to be interested
in purchasing the house and also asked him
more information about
the house's history.
I am pasting his response below, in full,
and leaving the conclusions to you.
Dear Mr. Kingsley, thank
you for your interest
in my House of Cards
it's in a great location
a school and a hospital are both
within short driving
distance away from the house.
As a matter of fact, that's the reason
I chose to build there,
ideal for raising a child.
The neighborhood is quiet and calm,
and the reason we moved has
nothing to do with the area.
My youngest daughter disappeared
roughly a year ago, and
once the investigation
was closed we found that the house
just held too many memories.
If you have any more questions,
or would like to set up a meeting,
feel free to respond to this email.
And I would appreciate it if you
can keep my Laura in your thoughts.
With respect, Nigel Winston.
(creepy music)
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